On the roof, under the sky

Jasmine smiled slightly once again. "Really?" she asked. "May I ask why you do?"

Jasmine nodded. "I see," she said. "My favorite color is purple... although I don't really have a good reason as to why it is..."

Jasmine laughed a little as well. "I doubt that too..." she said. "You know, I think I saw that color on a crayon once, except it had a slightly different name... I really wonder who comes up with these colors... seriously... and why would those colors be added?"

Jasmine smiled slightly and nodded in reply. She remained silent, and she caught a glimpse of how far the ground was out of the corner of her eye. She backed away from the edge a little.

Once she had backed away enough and could no longer see the ground, she looked at Snowpaw and her cheeks became a faint shade of pink. "Sorry," she said quietly. "I'm just getting nervous by the edge..."