02.Jul.21, 04:59 PM
His hair.
His hair.
Ulliendis was close to shaving it all off.
No, he was dramatic but not that dramatic!
But it was tempting as he looked in the tiny mirror he owned. His beautiful hair was a frizzy nightmare and he hardly recognized himself. He looked like some common holder working in the stables or kitchen. The sweat dripping down his temples and making his shirt cling in unflattering ways weren’t helping the image either. It was positively dreadful! He was a hideous sight and would understand if he was shunned for the rest of his life because of the string of bad hair and clothing days.
It was tempting to skip the Hatching so he didn’t inflict such horrors on more people but his curiosity was often stronger than his vanity. He thought about wetting it but it would dry quickly and leave him in the current state of duress all over again. Then again, maybe he could keep dumping water on his head to help stay cool and keep the locks under control. That was an excellent plan! Ulliendis put on the disgusting robe, laced up his boots, and went to the wash basin to wet his hair, slicking it back instead of trying to style it.
As satisfied as he could be with the conditions he had to work with, Ulliendis finally made his way to the Sands, finding he was among the stragglers to arrive for the Candidates. He surveyed the area and debated standing closer to Madelan because he was easy on the eyes and had a decent vantage point of the area or the tables with the water. In the end the hot boy won out and Ulliendis meandered over to that side but mentally mapped out a route to the water for when he was thirsty or needed a hair touch-up.
His hair.
Ulliendis was close to shaving it all off.
No, he was dramatic but not that dramatic!
But it was tempting as he looked in the tiny mirror he owned. His beautiful hair was a frizzy nightmare and he hardly recognized himself. He looked like some common holder working in the stables or kitchen. The sweat dripping down his temples and making his shirt cling in unflattering ways weren’t helping the image either. It was positively dreadful! He was a hideous sight and would understand if he was shunned for the rest of his life because of the string of bad hair and clothing days.
It was tempting to skip the Hatching so he didn’t inflict such horrors on more people but his curiosity was often stronger than his vanity. He thought about wetting it but it would dry quickly and leave him in the current state of duress all over again. Then again, maybe he could keep dumping water on his head to help stay cool and keep the locks under control. That was an excellent plan! Ulliendis put on the disgusting robe, laced up his boots, and went to the wash basin to wet his hair, slicking it back instead of trying to style it.
As satisfied as he could be with the conditions he had to work with, Ulliendis finally made his way to the Sands, finding he was among the stragglers to arrive for the Candidates. He surveyed the area and debated standing closer to Madelan because he was easy on the eyes and had a decent vantage point of the area or the tables with the water. In the end the hot boy won out and Ulliendis meandered over to that side but mentally mapped out a route to the water for when he was thirsty or needed a hair touch-up.