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Post by Sorcha on Mar 4, 2008 9:44:59 GMT -5
*Sorcha glanced at the fine scissors on the dressing table.*
"May I?" *she asked.* "I've a knack for it--Mam lets me trim all the wee girls and Da n' the boys."
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Post by Micaela on Mar 4, 2008 9:47:36 GMT -5
*Micaela handed her the scissors and pulled her hair out of the braid.*
"Go ahead. And cut a good few inches off; all it ever does is get in the way." *Most of her social equivalents never would have considered cutting their hair, at least not drastically. But Micaela's ash-blonde hair had been undergoing major surgeries and odd styles for her entire life.*
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Post by Sorcha on Mar 4, 2008 9:49:31 GMT -5
"A few--" *Sorcha bit her tongue and obediently began to hack at her mistress' hair, diligently shortening it but keeping the ends even.*
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Post by Micaela on Mar 4, 2008 9:52:32 GMT -5
*Micaela smiled when she was finished; she'd done a good job. Better than Micaela herself had, back when she'd had to hack it off for school at the end of every summer.*
"Thank you." *She said, running her fingers through it to get any lingering pieces out.*
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Post by Sorcha on Mar 4, 2008 9:54:55 GMT -5
"It's nothin'," *said Sorcha, still smiling gently as she replaced the scissors.* "Let me know if I missed any pieces." *She knelt to begin sweeping up the fallen hair.*
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