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[survivra]

This wolf is enormous.

[ Katsa can be heard before she's seen, her locket instead in the face of a fully-grown direwolf that's shoving his nose in front of it in her hands. She pushes him out of the way, backs up so that she can be seen in scale with the direwolf: her blue and green eyes are overbright, red-rimmed as though she's been crying, but her voice when she speaks is loud and demanding. ]

What potions or tonics would turn dark hair blue?

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[survivra]

[ no more audible laughter, but there's no hiding her smile, and she doesn't bother to try. ]

Aye. [ a strange sound on her noble-bred tongue. ] Yes, pity. In any case, we'll just have to see what comes of whose hair, and one of us will have to settle for being dissatisfied.

[bullhorned]

I'm supposing that will end up being me. Do as you like, then. If you fancy it, I could take a blade to your hair and make it bald all over.

[This is him conceding defeat, even if he's not like to actually make good on the offer. He wouldn't know what to do with her hair if he was expected to start touching it.]

[survivra]

Good. The less hair, the better.

[ Now she's saying it mostly because she knows his opinions—she doesn't really plan to go bald, though it would certainly make things easier.

Katsa's smile fades a bit, and she sighs, though not out of a loss of good humor. ]

I should take care of some things that have been left to me. When will I see you next?

[bullhorned]

Gods know. It ain't easy meeting when we're like to encounter folk who want to kill one or both of us. But... soon, I think.