[ The feed turns on. A hand goes to finger very short locks. An impish, guilty smile. Hair that falls barely past shoulders. She's dressed in denim capri pants, and a blue camisole top. Nura feels anxious about something...but shrugs it off. It's her custom in life. ]
Before anyone asks, yes, I cut my hair. I thought I could use a new look. And I
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