[ She laughs at that, one hand coming up to touch at the ends of her hair. She'd gotten the haircut at the hotel just the evening before, a small treat, a first in ten years since she'd wandered off like the prodigal daughter.
How short, ma'am? the hairdresser had asked, fingers petting at the length of her dark hair, falling then to her waist. She'd gestured then, about two inches below her shoulder, proceeded to explain the style she'd sported back when she'd been active in the years after the Breaking of the Veil. ]
Hello, Aidan.
[ This brings her back, to over two decades ago, except this time the fox in her skin wants to sit beside the massive dragon instead of quailing before it, because this one is family, not predator. ]
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How short, ma'am? the hairdresser had asked, fingers petting at the length of her dark hair, falling then to her waist. She'd gestured then, about two inches below her shoulder, proceeded to explain the style she'd sported back when she'd been active in the years after the Breaking of the Veil. ]
Hello, Aidan.
[ This brings her back, to over two decades ago, except this time the fox in her skin wants to sit beside the massive dragon instead of quailing before it, because this one is family, not predator. ]