@pyrkagiaah ;

                     ❝ IT’S NOT my fault I was born with these annoying things ! ❞

         SHE MEANS her curls of course, && she’s all but given up on taming them, but she knows there’s no point putting up a fight with Flora. Shaking her head with a sigh, she sits back down onto the stool, easing the hairband out && handing it to the other woman without a worse. Then she settles herself down, && meets the other’s eyes in the mirror.

                    ❝ FOR THE love of God, don’t make it worse. I’m trusting you here. ❞

                            ❛ They’re not annoying ! i think they’re rather beautiful.   ❜

                     ⊰ ✿ ⊱  — Equanimity hails in her spoken tremor. ( oh so caring ! oh so considerate was she ! )  arcadian in a comely form,  she’s warm,  giving hands harbored within delicacy. Eased into goodness, colored orbs dancing across gleams of tresses. Touch is soft slender fingers perched with pale, soft skin lacing though locks, a soft hue settles around her. Lips tugging into a smile. ( Of rainfall, she blooms ) ;

                           ❛ Have a little more faith in me. & maybe you’ll be surprised.  ❜