Ever wonder why Talon is a purple griffin? Let's just say he wasn't always that way.

It was your average day on the sets, Hiro and Talon came in late- Hiro having over slept as per usual. They were getting ready for the premier. This was actually her first time on the sets.

"It looks like they actually made Riverside Down Talon!" She exclaimed. The griffin nodded, looking around before a voice abruptly pulled them from their wander.

"Who says we made it," The Author walked up to her, with a smile. The girl was around Hiro's height, they looked a remarkable amount alike. Hiro looked at the girl who closed her eyes and grinned at her. For some reason, she didn't doubt the Authors words. This place almost looked to... crazy to be made by regular people.

The Author excused herself, but before she did, she pointed Hiro in the direction of the dressing rooms. Hiro walked over, trying to spot Len in the crowd. This was back, again, when Len and Hiro didn't really know each other. But they had met at the auditions, and he was the only one she knew here.

When she couldn't spot him, she let out a breath before following the Authors directions. The dressing room- her dressing room- was behind a door with a golden star on it. The words "Hiro Ragdoll + Talon" were engraved into it.
Talon pushed the door open with his wing- and her breath decided to take a vacation.

The room was humongous, with a massive vanity, walk in closet, couch, Tv, mini fridge, chocolate-

"CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN!!!" Hiro and Talon exclaimed, being like their characters and having an addiction to the sweet treat. They practically transported to the fountain.

A person knocked on the door and Hiro opened it, forgetting how her face was buried in chocolate.

"Hi, I'm Ximena, and you are covered in chocolate," The dark skinned female handed her a hanker chief. Hiro cleaned herself and Talon up, smiling. Ximena- wasn't that the girl playing her old best friend?

Ximena was pretty, with short brown hair, dark skin and brown eyes. She smiled, grabbing a piece of melon and popping it into her mouth as she sat on the couch. She was wearing blue jeans, a blue hoodie and a pale long yellow shirt.

"Hi! I-I'm Hiro!" Hiro waved, internally face palming at her failure of a first impression. Ximena laughed lightly at the girl.

"I know, it's on your door remember?" She smiled as Hiro scowled at herself. Well this was going great.

"Don't be so nervous, its big here I know but you'll get used to it," Ximena winked standing up again.
"I'm here to get you ready, since I also happen to be one of the stylists."

"So that's why you're here early, I knew that Kyro, Ximena and Nightingale come by Episode 5!" She spoke mainly to herself and Ximena laughed again.

"I like you Hiro, take a seat," she patted the chair in front of the dressing table, getting some tools.

The two talked and talked after that, becoming almost instant friends. Ximena was kind of a mother bear situation, and she was amazing at styling without making it over done. Hiro was a bit unsure of wearing a ball gown- her past experiences weren't the best. She had to wear one for the premier though. But Ximena had her tricks and was somehow able to make it more comfortable then an oversized sweater. It's safe to say Hiro bowed to the momma bear.

But now was the hard part.

Talon.

The griffin glared at both girls, hissing as he was backing into the corner.

"Come on Talon, cut the drama!" Hiro pleaded. The moment they mentioned dying, Talon had refused. Talon was a gold in colour, and he liked that. They were going to dye him all dark purple, with light purple accents.

He was not happy about that. At all.

So Hiro dived, grabbing his wings. Talon couldn't move any part of his body without moving his wings, and she picked him up.

"To easy," she laughed as Ximena grabbed the wings.

"Don't worry Talon, it'll be temporary. Can you get the dye from the closet Sweetie?" She said. Ximena called everyone sweetie, part of the whole motherly personality thing, Hiro thought.

Hiro saw to buckets of the same dye, knowing one was permanent and one wasn't. She heard Ximena call for her, but she didn't know which one was the permeated of not. So she grabbed the accent paint and the regular paint and crossed her fingers for the best.

"Break a leg!" Ximena cheered as the two left. Hiro spent the whole joint listening to Talon complain about the dye.

"And you are sure neither are permanent?" He asked. Only half listening, Hiro nodded and he calmed down a bit.

-After The Premier-

"That's odd, it doesn't seem to be coming off,"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS NOT COMING OFF?!"

Ximena was back again, and Hiro's was now in her black jeans and red hoodie.
Ximena was soaked, trying to get the dye off Talon, while Hiro was half worried and half holding in laughter.

The darker purple came off, but had turned his fur white. And the accents weren't budging.

Talon was glaring at them both, and Ximena looked nervously at Hiro.

"Can you hand me that bucket of dye..?" She asked and Hiro tossed it to her. The label and information was in Spanish, so naturally Hiro didn't understand it. Ximena however was half Spanish and could read it, and turned to Talon.

"Hehe so bad news.. turns out this ones permanent-"

"YOU BOTH ARE COMPLETE BAKAS"

"HE BECOMES AN OTAKU WHEN MAD" Hiro laughed

"SHUT IT OR ILL DYE YOUR HAIR PURPLE IN YOUR SLEEP!"

Safe to say, Hiro slept with one eye open that night. The next morning, the first person they went to was the author. She looked at them both, Talon grumbling and Hiro restraining laughter.

"Note to self, never let you near dyes again," The Author laughed and Talon whined. She smiled

"It was an innocent mistake. Looks like you have a purple Familiar now, have fun with that," the Author half smiled.

Hiro eventually managed to get forgiven, after promising at least one chocolate bar for Talon every day for two afterlives.

Talon meanwhile got his revenge. When Ximena and Hiro woke up with purple hair- thankfully only temporarily died, they knew who did it.

The lesson; Never trust anyone with dye, which has a label in a language they don't understand.

You'll regret it!