"Unfortunately not! Sylphs use a far more raw source of magic than the Five-Races, and have a very different way of casting it, so we just have no idea how to replicate it other than asking very nicely," She laughs.
Though she's very grateful that he doesn't laugh, she can also see the way the corners of his lips turn down, trying to fight a smile. It's fine, she knows that her race isn't exactly the most common here. She's yet to see anyone else like her at all, in fact.
She takes in his description with an easy understanding and a confident nod.
"Okay, I can make some clippers, at least, and that should take care of the shorn sides for you, and then just the curls on the top to be taken down?" She manipulates a pair of manual clippers out of Liminal matter and sets them down onto the table, trading them in for a comb, a spray bottle, and a sharp pair of scissors.
First things first, dampen and brush out the hair!
"So, Elliot. I seem to recall my party members talking about you vaguely, but I've not had the pleasure of talking to you myself. What kind of world is it that you come from?" Pinya asks conversationally.
She knows that the other two had found this man aggravating, but she also knows that she's the same.
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"Unfortunately not! Sylphs use a far more raw source of magic than the Five-Races, and have a very different way of casting it, so we just have no idea how to replicate it other than asking very nicely," She laughs.
Though she's very grateful that he doesn't laugh, she can also see the way the corners of his lips turn down, trying to fight a smile. It's fine, she knows that her race isn't exactly the most common here. She's yet to see anyone else like her at all, in fact.
She takes in his description with an easy understanding and a confident nod.
"Okay, I can make some clippers, at least, and that should take care of the shorn sides for you, and then just the curls on the top to be taken down?" She manipulates a pair of manual clippers out of Liminal matter and sets them down onto the table, trading them in for a comb, a spray bottle, and a sharp pair of scissors.
First things first, dampen and brush out the hair!
"So, Elliot. I seem to recall my party members talking about you vaguely, but I've not had the pleasure of talking to you myself. What kind of world is it that you come from?" Pinya asks conversationally.
She knows that the other two had found this man aggravating, but she also knows that she's the same.