[Phos smiles nervously as they reach up and touch their hair. It's not solid anymore, light doesn't shine through. It's thin, individual fine strands like the thread Red Beryl uses to make cloth out of. But it's still the same color. Maybe shorter than it should be.]
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[Phos smiles nervously as they reach up and touch their hair. It's not solid anymore, light doesn't shine through. It's thin, individual fine strands like the thread Red Beryl uses to make cloth out of. But it's still the same color. Maybe shorter than it should be.]
I like your hair too. It's springy.