345 - Everyone Is the Wrong Height

Gannara stopped and sat down on the bench under an oak, tugging at his shirt.  I sat next to him, leaned forward, picked a long hair off Gan's shoulder and brushed an invisible dust-speck off his sleeve.  

"You look very Yeoli, my brother," I said.  He looked so odd, with all odd colours over-dyed with black like his own natural colour.  "You look fine.  Don't worry about it.  I'll wait here