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@thiedas, alistair & elethea. * “did you do something different with your hair?”

reflexively, her spine straightens — a hand going to the aforementioned new hairstyle binding back her golden curls. her self - consciousness possessed no ounce of insecurity; only an acute awareness of his attention. with it comes a small smile, head tipping. "do you like it?" adopting her offhand, flirtatious tone, she angles herself more fully towards him. he would blush, surely, or clear his throat in that nervous manner he had. that's what she was after, anyway. "it seemed the most practical choice, short of chopping it off," because she would sooner die than be inelegant; it had taken rising with the sun to begin the process of braiding her hair & pinning it up. a darkspawn had gotten hold of her loose braid on the road from lothering as they journeyed toward redcliffe & it had proven most distressing. not to mention inconvenient. "though it seems rather plain..."