Yellow Weaver
"You'll come up with something brilliant soon, though. I can feel it."
"Golly, you think so?"
Loomi's yellow cheeks became a bright pink as she pressed her hands to her face with embarrassment. She was still getting better about complements and such. They were a newer thing for her.
"So... is being mysterious and quirky fun?" Loomi asked.
She seemed to be having fun.