Two days later, the girl called Daine watched rain fall outside the cave where she and her friends had taken refuge. For someone Brokefang regarded as Pack, she looked quite human. She was five foot five, slim for her fourteen and a half years, with blue-gray eyes the color of the clouds overhead. Her curly brown hair was tightly pinned up, her clothes as practical as her hairstyle: a blue cotton shirt, tan breeches, and soft-soled boots. Around her neck a heavy silver claw hung on a leather thong.
okay like i know it’s
possible to ‘tightly pin up’ your own hair, but it
would be easier and quicker for someone who can see the back of your head to do it, and also we know numair is fussy with hair, and and and—
i'm just saying it would be really cute if he'd been the one to pin up her hair okay.
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