Annalaliath looked at Aman again. She was still standing in the large common room of the Inn. Morwen had already come down and was sipping (or attempting to sip) a cup of coffee. Annalaliath asked Aman , " Do you know someone who can cut hair?" then she added, " or do I have to barrow a pair of shears and do it myself?"
Annalaliath, although an elf, looked haggard and tired, but still she was awake. She ran her fingers through her long hair. And still she wanted to hack it all off. Start new and clean, not old and worn. Yes this change was drastic and it would take a long time for her hair to grow out again, but she had grown tired of having it. Annalaliath’s hair however beautiful was a minis to her, even though it fell about her shoulders in the fashion of a mantle, it tangled and needed fixing. It would get into the ink and was hard to clean, and was just plain annoying.
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Bloody Stumps!!!
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