Her nails scratch lightly at his scalp now, running in whirls and spirals. She's careful, at least, not to tangle his hair into knots.
"Though I did compare you to a halla, and we do have legends of a golden one. I suppose the hair color does change the halla, in that case."
Fever rambles, but they're at least somewhat relevant. "Can I see, someday? Perhaps when we are done with the Inquisition, when we go on our trip." Because she is holding you to that, Martel.
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Her nails scratch lightly at his scalp now, running in whirls and spirals. She's careful, at least, not to tangle his hair into knots.
"Though I did compare you to a halla, and we do have legends of a golden one. I suppose the hair color does change the halla, in that case."
Fever rambles, but they're at least somewhat relevant. "Can I see, someday? Perhaps when we are done with the Inquisition, when we go on our trip." Because she is holding you to that, Martel.