Nov 22, 2022 1:21 am
Mauve wakes up from a fitful sleep dreaming of creeping vines that are slithering up her body and crawling through her lovely red locks. She almost screams but wakes with her lips partially formed into an O and stops herself just in time to prevent making herself look like a fool.
Sitting up she begins a steadying routine of unbraiding her hair, running her fingers through it in lieu of a comb and rebraiding it.
"I don't suppose any of you have a hairbrush? No?" She chuckles and says, "Yes. I will be ready for the tower trip. But after breakfast."
Sitting up she begins a steadying routine of unbraiding her hair, running her fingers through it in lieu of a comb and rebraiding it.
"I don't suppose any of you have a hairbrush? No?" She chuckles and says, "Yes. I will be ready for the tower trip. But after breakfast."