"Uhhhh… not blue I think!" Andrea answered, flashing a smile. Of course, she was only three but had recently started learning the names of colors. Though, one wouldn't expect a child of three years to be able to name all the colors, no, not yet. So it was only natural that when asked to name a color, she'd either say blue, or not blue, for she wasn't able to name any others. However, Andrea spied a small knife in the corner of Arlath's home and saw that the handle was black, and rushed over to it excitedly, pointing a finger at it. "This color!!"
Turning slightly, Arlath felt his heart seize for a second as Andrea ran towards the knife. In three quick steps he intercepted her, holding out one hand to stop her, the other picking the knife up and placing it safely out of reach and sight.
"Black, then. Look, don't just go running at stuff, it might be dangerous."
(HI IM SO SORRY LOL IM NOT DEAD)
Andrea looked up at Arlath, confused, but pouting slightly at the knife being taken away from her. She'd wanted to play with it, maybe put it in her mouth. "Black… what's black? What's… 'dangerous'?"
She went silent for no more than two seconds before piping up with another question: "When can I go home?"
