[Amanaduial the archer]

"Here I go, rambling on- just cut it will you?" Annalaliath almost snapped, but Aman didnt comment- by the gods, someone this tense just about a hair cut!

Aman let the elf's beautiful hair out of its braid, letting it run gently over her fingers for a moment. The ink was caught in the hair, making patches of it blue or indigo, like a dark river running through golden sands. Sands as fine as the finest spun gold...Taking a breath, she began to cut, letting strands of it fall onto the floor and also onto the apron which had been draped over Annalaliath. As a piece fell onto the elf's lap, Aman felt her stiffen, then she straightened, and seemed to relax slightly, but not much; Aman noticed that all the time as she was sitting there, her knee was jiggling up and down frantically. Once more, the Innkeeper didnt comment, but carried on cutting, smiling slightly as she thought of how Pio was laugh if she saw the bold and daring Aman cutting hair.

Aman's hands worked fast with the scissors, and after five minutes she withdrew.

"Done." She said, pulling the apron from Anna's shoulders and letting the golden hair tumble to the floor. The girl's hair was now cut to just about an inch beneath her ears, at the point where her jaw began. Aman fetched a broom and a small mirror which sat behind the bar- goodness knows why- and held the mirror out to the elf, smiling encouragingly. Anna looked at her, smiling slightly nervously, then took the mirror...