getting used to having LONG HAIR again was not an easy feat. she had grown accustomed to having her short brunette locks in the years since the incident, as she liked to call it. she wasn’t sure how or why it had grown back again, but here it was ( not as long as it had been, but still quite long ). nestled in her tree nook, she watched her hair flow in the breeze. it made her think of a certain dark haired thief who had stolen her away from her tower and given her a new life. to say the least, she missed eugene.
@castlethief // closed starter.









