There was a breeze on her neck.
She’d forgotten what that felt like.
It was a shock, seeing the plaits of raven hair coating the sink, realizing that they realizing they were hers. Her hair had been long for so long that losing it felt as alien as removing a finger, leaving her head light and cool in the morning chill. Looking up, she almost didn’t recognize the face that stared back at her. She looked different.
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Older, perhaps. Or at least not the same as the girl who had fled Ishgard years ago.
Cutting the hair had been a practical decision. Long hair was impractical for a life on the road, there would be no way to maintain her customary locks. Still though.
Something about it pleases her, and the Elezen in the mirror smiles.
She’d forgotten what that felt like.
It was a shock, seeing the plaits of raven hair coating the sink, realizing that they realizing they were hers. Her hair had been long for so long that losing it felt as alien as removing a finger, leaving her head light and cool in the morning chill. Looking up, she almost didn’t recognize the face that stared back at her. She looked different.
Older, perhaps. Or at least not the same as the girl who had fled Ishgard years ago.
Cutting the hair had been a practical decision. Long hair was impractical for a life on the road, there would be no way to maintain her customary locks. Still though.
Something about it pleases her, and the Elezen in the mirror smiles.
