The people around her sometimes made fun of her hair, because it has the most impossible colours in it - sometimes. But they stopped as soon as Nat could talk because she would gaze into their eyes and seriously tell them that she had this hair because she used to be a lake-maid. Like a mermaid but living in the most beautiful lake. In her past life. And as long as she remembers the cool of the lake, the sun shimmering through the water and warming her skin, the greenish water, the blue water, the dark water at full moon, her favourite... As long as she will remember it, close her eyes and be there, in the little lake with her sisters in the middle of the woods, in that little clearing. As long as she remembers, the colours of the lake will sometimes shimmer in her hair. And she will always remember because it is a part of her. The place she is in whenever she gazes into the distance or stares at the space just in front of her...
People don't make make fun of you when you tell them your story and they see and know deep in their hearts that it's the truth. So Nat dreams, remembers but she is also here. In this life, where she is just a girl with a big old soul who knows and sees just a tiny bit more...
So far she has not shared her idea of clothing and I will not pressure her but offer her something from time to time until we find clothes she loves.
