"Well, hello, Del." Uriel beamed down at the girl. For some reason she didn't find it odd at all that the girl knew her name. Although she couldn't recall meeting her earlier, Uriel felt that the girl was familiar somehow. There was also something about the girl that disturbed her, but she ignored that. It probably wasn't anything important anyway.

"You have pretty hair," she commented, fiddling with the colourful hair. "I wish my hair was as pretty." And, at that moment, she had a thought. This thought turned her hair blue, with streaks of green, silver, and purple all over it. "There! Now we're both pretty."

She giggled, delighted at having met this very wonderful girl. She couldn't even recall when she'd last been as happy.