daisy023 | REPORT 020 :: PRINCESS // VIDEO

[Troublesome? Val is that. Daisy likes the elemental too much to think her as tedious.]

Thank you, Nel. Just be careful. Don't let the crazy hit you.

[Meaning, suddenly believing you're from a fairy tale.]

I'll do my best.

[The book closes, but only a few minutes afterwards there's a gentle rap on Daisy's door. Looks like either Nel can move at the speed of sound (true) or she was walking and carrying the journal at the same time (also true).]

[This surprises Daisy a little. She assumes the later, alongside her already walking throughout the village. She opens the door, accidentally letting some of the blond hair fall on Nel's feet.

...

The apprentice of Valvalis greets you from a sea of gold, Neliel tu Oderschvank.]

Sorry about the mess.

[... Spirits that's a lot of hair. Nel finds herself staring openly at Daisy's hair for a few moments, keeping her jaw from falling through sheer force of will.

The fact that Val has as much hair doesn't really help, because Nel's never met anyone aside from her lover who has that much...

She shakes her head to clear it and gives Daisy a slight smile.]

Not at all. With any luck, we'll be able to clean it up quickly.

[If only Daisy knew what was Nel thinking. Valvalis had very good reasons to troll her, after all.]

Come in, Nel. [Daisy notices she didn't call her "ma'am".] Watch your step.

[She looks at the masses of hair. Trying to find a section. -- Until the thought comes that Valvalis could have hidden every bladed thing away from their house.]

You have scissors, or can you turn it into a braid?

I don't know much about braiding- [She sidesteps a large chunk of hair as she moves inside.] But I did bring these.

[She holds up a small pair of scissors.]

I should warn you, though, I've never cut hair before, not even my own.

[She got them!]

Thanks. [Daisy looks at a particular spot behind her.] Don't worry. Just cut anything so I can move around.

...

Cut small amounts. I don't want to risk the hair being stronger and losing the scissors.

[It seems like a commodity right now.]

I'd say that sounds ridiculous, but I live with Val.

[So it just seems like good sense. Lifting up a very, very long lock of hair, Nel pulls it gently through her fingers until she's gotten to a point where, if cut, it'll fall down to about Daisy's hips. Much longer than she's used to, but manageable and if it works they can cut down more.

She brings the scissors up, slowly opening them for their first try at Daisy's hair. If it's as invincible as Valvalis's, they're about to find out.

Snip.]

Luceti.

[The whole place should be ridiculous by anyone's standards.

Daisy looks expectanctly at the strand of hair. Were this not to work... Valvalis would be far too happy for the Chief's good.

But, she sighs in relaxation to see it cuts... Until she looks at the scissors. While successful, the effort almost dulls the sections of the blades.]

Power tools don't look excessive now. [She compares it to cutting wires. Soft hair with the hardness of wires, that is. She thinks of something.] Maybe some grown sections may have more worn hair... But Val's hair never seems to wear down.

[She bits her lip.]

Hmmmm... [She looks the scissors over. She can probably get a couple more locks before they're useless, but she has a better idea.

Lowering her hand to her hip, she slowly pulls out a long blade.]

It's probably going to come out looking very odd, but I'm positive you can't dull this edge. That is... Assuming you trust me enough to let me cut your hair with a sword.

[She looks with curiosity. She is a little surprised when she draws her blade... but she nods. Smiling.]

I do, Nel. Don't worry.

[She shifts herself to position the hair. Valvalis trusts her. Kirimi trusts her. So will Daisy.

That, and she was actually considering supernatural aid against this issue.]

[A soft smile of gratitude is Nel's response to that assurance, and she takes her position behind Daisy to fix her hair up.

Gathering a large bundle into her hand, she lifts it and places the sword beneath. Then, slowly, carefully, she raises the blade. It slices through the supernaturally strong hair effortlessly, leaving that section dangling down to Daisy's mid-back. Nel grins in triumph.]

It did work. Excellent.

[Daisy holds still. The presence of a blade close to her is a little uncomfortable, but this is a person the two people she cherishes the most in here have been trusting for longer than Daisy has been here.

And it works. She was afraid it wouldn't work for an instant. She turns towards Nel, now feeling less restraint.]

I didn't know what else would've worked at this point. Thank you so much, Nel.

[And... it feels curious. She hasn't had her hair this way since she was a child.]

Not at all. I think we won't want to cut it any shorter than that though... I'm good with this blade, but there are some risks I'd rather not take.

[While putting her sword back into the sheath at her side, she runs a hand through the hair absently, admiring it. At this length, it's still quite lovely.]

You don't mind it this long, I hope? It looks... quite good on you.

[Daisy nods, understanding. Spartans knew of using stronger equipment for things that may have not been intended for.

Nel's hand makes her blush a little.]

I've been thinking about letting my hair grow, actually. As long as it fits in my helmet, I'll be okay with it.

... Val's been nagging me to do it for a while.

[In another thread, she had a field day with Daisy.]

That doesn't surprise me in the slightest. Hair is one of her little fascinations, particularly if it reminds her of her own.

[She pulls her hand back when she sees the redness in Daisy's face.]

Ah... sorry.

--It's alright, Nel. I'm getting used to people this close.

[Val's fault. She has made her blush with worse, Spartan laws of physical distance be damned.]

She wanted an excuse for me to have it long. Keeping it long after all these years it's...

[She moves her head, waving her blond hair. The weight is a little off-putting.]

Any pointers?

Pointers? Well...

[She thinks that over for a moment. She's never had hers any shorter than it is, discounting her child form.]

I'm not sure how much of my experience would be applicable to you, but one of the most important things is not to let it get dried out. It gets completely unmanageable if you do.

So it must be washed more often? [Short hair doesn't require as much maintenance.] Guess having it inside a helmet is going to ruin it...

[Not that it bothers her. She's been used to practical for too long.]

I'm going to need help learning how to keep it.

I'll do my best to help. I've had hair this long as far back as I can remember, so there are probably a lot of things I just don't even think about.

As for helmets... [She tries to think if anyone she's ever met has even worn them, but nope.] I don't really have any previous experience, but I imagine it wouldn't be all that good for it.

Won't be as bad as the wings.

[She's learned to get used to the pressure the MJOLNIR puts on them, but even she needs to literally spread her wings once in a while, lest she goes crazier than in the shifts.

Daisy stands up.... picking a rather big load of hair.]

All's left is getting rid of this hair.

Hmmmm... a mild wind spell might help with that. Nothing as big as Val can do, but just enough to lift it off the ground and get it out somewhere.

[She gives Daisy an encouraging smile.]

Think you can do that with a little help?

[Hey, that could work.]

Good idea. [She makes mental calculations. Val has been the Spartan's personal instructor for wind magic.] A little. We just get it to the window, and we should be fine.

[The Spartan enters in a state of meditation. A deep state of zen in which she feels the wind as if it were a part of her.

She remembers the elemental's lessons. Send the wind in waves, like a soft whirlwind. Lift the hair with only a little movement. Even the tips could be picked to be pulled to the window.]

[A few seconds into Daisy's casting, another wind picks up, this one gingerly grabbing any stray hairs and rounding them into the mass, tucking everything in and ensuring it stays where it belongs. After a few moments, Neliel nods in satisfaction.]

I think we have it all.

[The Spartan opens her eyes, and the long hair that she still has with her slowly drops, as her state of meditation slowly vanishes. She looks around until she sees the mass of hair, and smiles.

It's never specified how does thrash get managed in Luceti, but it does in some way.]

I should be good to get rid of this.

[She stands up to move towards the hair, but she instinctively looks behind her. It feels good to finally move freely, but the weight of her newly long hair... It's curious.

Might as well get used to it.]

Thank you so much for your help, Nel.

[She probably won't tell a word to Val. Poor girl will be heartbroken.]

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