[As a kid, she'd found it flattering. As an adult, sweet to know her dad was willing to put in the effort, and something to be nostalgic about now. As a schoolteacher... what kid doesn't gravitate towards whatever they're guided towards feeling best about?
Sciel smiles, taking Maelle's hair down to start another layer.]
They're right! It's very striking, too. I remember looking at you against all those golden leaves in Yellow Harvest, the way your ponytail caught the wind and lit up bright red, and thinking about how beautiful you looked.
I'll only do a tiny trim. So you can hide it in your bun if it's uneven.
[Which is sort of her own plan if Sciel manages to mess up her hair. She pops another piece of candy into her mouth, shifting to sit cross-legged on the chair without paying mind to the scissors. The sugar may be making her want to squirm.]
[Sciel is glad she has good reflexes, and the lock of hair pinched between her fingers; she's halfway through a cut when it stops being a straight line and turns into a scaling diagonal. Oops. She laughs.]
If you're going to sit like that, you have to at least keep your back straight, otherwise one side will be longer than the other!
[Genuinely, maybe in a way that hurts a little to think about. It was always the most consistent way to still be close to Pierre, and certainly the closest she'd ever get to having her own kids. Her eyes are on the scissors and the hair pinned between her fingers, and her smile is a little rueful.]
Good thing I get to spend so much time with you now, hmm?
[Maelle watches Sciel's expression through the mirror. They all left their lives behind, hoping for the best but preparing for the worst when the Continent could kill them well before they reached the Paintress.]
Sounds like I need to cause trouble to keep you on your toes.
[Her gaze flicks up to find Maelle's, smile broadening.]
I'd be disappointed if you didn't! These are peak troublemaking years, you know. You should be climbing out of windows and staying out late with scoundrels your own age.
no subject
Sciel smiles, taking Maelle's hair down to start another layer.]
They're right! It's very striking, too. I remember looking at you against all those golden leaves in Yellow Harvest, the way your ponytail caught the wind and lit up bright red, and thinking about how beautiful you looked.
no subject
Sure, Sciel. Sure.
[Anyway!!!]
You look like a professional. Like you really know what you're doing back there.
no subject
[She just continues to smile, picking up the scissors again.]
It's not hard to do a trim, you just work in sections. And it's easier on someone else! I bet you could.
no subject
[At least she's good with a blade.]
no subject
[It’s just hair.]
no subject
[Which is sort of her own plan if Sciel manages to mess up her hair. She pops another piece of candy into her mouth, shifting to sit cross-legged on the chair without paying mind to the scissors. The sugar may be making her want to squirm.]
no subject
If you're going to sit like that, you have to at least keep your back straight, otherwise one side will be longer than the other!
But yes, you'll get your turn next.
no subject
Oof. Okay, okay. Back straight.
[Up she goes, with a groan. Like she's not young and spry.]
no subject
Either you’re in desperate need of stretching or you’re about to turn sixty years old.
no subject
[Rather than the other way around.]
no subject
no subject
[She offers Sciel another piece because they're running low. Sad.]
no subject
[She waves off the candy –– you keep it, you enjoy it –– and resumes cutting.]
no subject
Have you seen the jars of the sour strips? The strawberry ones.
no subject
no subject
[She shoves more candy into her mouth, trying to hide her amusement.]
no subject
no subject
[The eventual belly ache might serve the same purpose.]
no subject
no subject
Not you, though. You're fearless.
no subject
I'm invincible, obviously, given the smaller, shriller children I've wrangled.
no subject
[Maelle can be worse if need be!]
no subject
[Genuinely, maybe in a way that hurts a little to think about. It was always the most consistent way to still be close to Pierre, and certainly the closest she'd ever get to having her own kids. Her eyes are on the scissors and the hair pinned between her fingers, and her smile is a little rueful.]
Good thing I get to spend so much time with you now, hmm?
no subject
Sounds like I need to cause trouble to keep you on your toes.
no subject
I'd be disappointed if you didn't! These are peak troublemaking years, you know. You should be climbing out of windows and staying out late with scoundrels your own age.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)