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[dukes_daughter]

Ganymede's hair is getting long again. It reaches nearly to her shoulders now, and curls in to frame her face, emphasizing the softness of her jaw, the roundness of her cheeks. As Ganymede, it is always a bit of a mess, curls and cowlicks everywhere. Rosalind has brushed it out now, though, smooth and soft, like it was when she was was a princess,

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[hunt_theheart]

*and look in someone does--smiling, laughing, shaking his head* I know not what to call thee, thus arrayed--!

[dukes_daughter]

*she starts and whirls around, but smiles to see him* Nor I, good friend.

[hunt_theheart]

*entering, curling his fingers through her hair* 'Tis wild as mine own locks, and yet so fine-- *his own hair has suffered for lacking a cut; it's probably almost down to his shoulderblades these days, worn tied back today and curling a little madly*

[dukes_daughter]

*laughs* Thine own is madder yet than mine.

[youngandhealthy]

And one does. "Good sir, thou'lt shame me with thy fairness, one day."

[dukes_daughter]

She laughs. "Sweet lady, nay!"

[youngandhealthy]

"Aye, aye, sure!" She laughs, and comes in. "Such fair tresses must not be hidden under caps!"

[dukes_daughter]

"'tis but through some work that they look so," she laughs, almost embarrassed.