Laughing, Brí playfully bat at his hand. The last time anyone had done that to her hair, she was maybe thirteen, and her da's friend kept calling her 'curly Sue'. "Don't touch 'em too much," she warned. "The tiniest bit of provocation will make them poof." She held her hands by her head and moved them out to illustrate how big it could get.
She understood that, to an extent. "I don't want to assume, so I'll ask. What faith? It's a little easier for some of the Christians to accept magic because of the slight magical tendencies. The water to wine, for instance. But I can see how it could be difficult. Religion is often used to explain the inexpiable." She nodded. "It makes sense. But it sounds like they didn't disown you for it, and some aren't able to say that."