InsaneJournal

Sunday: February 3, 2008
Who: Irei and Dorian
When: Afternoon
Where: Starting at his bungalow, then continuing in the marketplace: the gift shop and the tailor's
What: Time for a haircut.

Irei stared at himself in the mirror. He turned his head and looked at the heavy braid he had pulled his hair into. First it was pulled into a ponytail, and then he had braided the hair down the length. It had been this way since Halloween when he had used a potion to make it grow for the costume he wore. He hadn't done much to it aside from trim it during the winter months, but now he was getting sick of it. There was too much work to be done to keep it up.

He picked up the knife he had received as a gift from one of the first friends he had made in Elysium. He pulled it open and looked at the shining silver of the blade. He had used it once before when killing a few of the harpies that had attacked the town. It had been cleaned since then and looked new again, like it hadn't seen a drop of blood at all.

"Time for a change."

Reaching behind his back and grabbing the middle of the braid, Irei used the knife to saw off the majority of his hair. He held what now looked like a tail in his hand and looked down at it. The edges of his hair looked ragged and unkempt. He took a pair of scissors and evened out the edges of his hair. He would have to wait to get a proper haircut.


Irei left the bungalow and headed out toward town. He wore his jacket against the chill in the air. Irei normally carried a pack with him now. In it were the tools of his trade, and now an extra piece of cargo was stowed away within the bag.

He made his way to the gift shop with his hands in his pockets. He made an effort not to look anyone in the eye as he walked, and he entered the shop. He had heard that there was an older lady there of European decent who was skilled in making jewelry in the old Victorian style. Irei had heard of hair jewelry before, although he was more familiar with hair embroidery that came from the far east, not that he really knew anything about it.

He talked to the woman, with the help of another person who spoke the same language as the lady and English so that Irei could understand as well. He turned over a sufficient amount of hair for the lady to do the work, and some as a payment of sorts for her to make more for herself as she saw fit. The rest he put back in his bag as he left the shop.

The tailor's shop was just adjacent to the gift shop and Irei thought about heading inside. He hadn't been back in quite a few months, but now that winter was coming to a close perhaps he should look into getting some new clothes for the spring. He shoved his hands back into the pockets of his jacket and opened the door to the tailor's shop, making the tiny bell mounted on the door frame signal his entrance.