( Mashu. )
“How fascinating! Personally, I find matching hairstyles to be quite pretty!”
Mashu listened close, and for a moment tried to imagine herself with long braided hair, perhaps like Jeanne. Soon she shook her head to clear the image away, that wasn’t a style she could pull off.
“Was there a reason you chose that hairstyle? Did it seem practical or was it more of a memento?”
“At the time, it was out of necessity: poor Galahad would’ve been in a tight spot had I not done what I did. The stylistic choice, however, was because...to put it simply, Bors was my dear friend and even dearer relative. That, and because his hairstyle seemed low-maintenance.”
[✠] A sigh, the nostalgia feeling so much less painful in the time that had passed. If she thought about it, she knew traditional magi had attempted summoning herself with the shorn hair, only to get Galahad -- when the reverse was tried, she would be called. A fair bargain, it would seem.
As for the way Bors had so gently evened her hair out, she remembered the touch of calloused fingers on the back of her neck, the way he’d accidentally cut her ear (how she wish she’d been able to keep the scar from it, too). [✠]
