Laurent walked through the halls, hoping he’d find one of his sisters. He’d really wished the castle had more… hmm.. pink. It was far too fancy and if they were talking fancy, there should be more pink! As he sauntered by, his hands reached to his hair, wanting to braid it… when he realized his hair was too short. “What…” he trailed off, still trying to grab some. He paused in his tracks, frowning. He needed a makeover.
Morrigan was sitting on a window still, reading a new spell book she had, ‘borrowed’ from Mikeal. She cringed at the last spell and closed it with a soft shudder. That’s when the person caught her interest. She watched him for a minute before giving a soft chuckle. “Does your hair trouble you?”