A long blank stare back and a twist of Astridโs expression which resolves mostly into a muttered โah fuckโ, and then she obediently works on readjusting her clothing. Unwinds a neckerchief and some loose dangling thread with some weird blobby carved figurine hanging from the front of her jacket, and drops her satchel of supplies and arrows next to a crumbling statue.
Her hair is more of an issue: the long messy braid, the various ornaments tied into it. Her fingers run along some beads; itโs gonna take forever to untangle them, so she just goes for her hunting knife and snips the lock of hair loose, tucking the beads away into her bag. Sheโll tie it back in again later. She pinches a feather loose, stuffs that in the bag too. None of it cost a lot. Her decoration and accessories are less like rich jewellery; more like a magpie having picked up shiny things along the way.
Then she undoes her braid, to recapture all those loose stragglers and bind it back tighter, neater, her movements quick and brisk, and then she stuffs the braid down the neck of her shirt and cocks a questioning eyebrow at Abby. A combined how about you? and is that good?
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Her hair is more of an issue: the long messy braid, the various ornaments tied into it. Her fingers run along some beads; itโs gonna take forever to untangle them, so she just goes for her hunting knife and snips the lock of hair loose, tucking the beads away into her bag. Sheโll tie it back in again later. She pinches a feather loose, stuffs that in the bag too. None of it cost a lot. Her decoration and accessories are less like rich jewellery; more like a magpie having picked up shiny things along the way.
Then she undoes her braid, to recapture all those loose stragglers and bind it back tighter, neater, her movements quick and brisk, and then she stuffs the braid down the neck of her shirt and cocks a questioning eyebrow at Abby. A combined how about you? and is that good?