“Don’t even think about it.”
He will not let his hair be tied into a braid.
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they can't STOP staring. his hair is long and beautiful, much more groomed than remeria's own long hair is. for someone who spends an equal amount of time in the outdoors, how does he managed to keep so clean? remeria is covered in dirt, mud, blood, and various other substances that they can't remember, not without tasting it. which, is decidedly NOT something remeria is keen on doing.
tasting the muck on their clothes, that is.
"what i don't understand," remeria begins, idly trying to wipe the dust off their leather, not bothering to be subtle about it. "-is how you manage to keep your hair so clean." they shoot him a look, envy mixed with inspiration. "when keeping it back in a braid would make your travels so much easier. not even a ponytail?"
it's a shot in the dark. "i can help you pull it back out of your face at least." hypocritical, considering remeria's own hair leaves not only bangs, but wisps of hair that frame their face a little too much.
"otherwise i'm left to question what magic you use to keep your hair so neat."