Anya pulled herself up by grabbing at the boys hand. She recognized him a little bit but not much, she couldn't put a name to the face but those green eyes were unforgettable.<br/><br/>"Oh I'm sorry too. I guess I was just excited to see everyone in such a good mood and all of the festivities." She giggled softly. Her blond hair blowing softly in the warm breeze, her blue eyes twinkling up at the boy. She was very short for being so young but her mother was also short. She took upon the looks and build of her mother; small and dainty. But she had her fathers attitude; sarcastic, and kind. She continued to smile up at the boy and then she tilted her head. "Oh where are my manners? I am Anya. What is your name may I ask?" She smiled and rocked softly on her heels with her hands behind her back as a little girl would do. She looked around and saw a few games that some other kids were playing and immediately wanted to join in.<br/><br/><br/><br/>When it came to paying attention, Anya had the attention span of a gnat. She could rarely pay attention to two things at a time. But when she would get older, she would learn that she needed to correct that. She waited eagerly for the boy to answer, though she found it odd that he didn't seem to know who she was. 'Did I forget my crown again?' Anya asked herself as she reached to the top of the head and realized it wasn't there but it had fallen onto the ground when she fell. She bent down, picked up the sparkling tiara and placed it on her head once again.