#floofy...

Birds fly in different directions Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh So fly high, so fly high

Here have a soft zircon

"Y'know, this would go a lot faster if you knew air guitar, cuz there's a meeeean guitar solo comin' up."

Clear paused with the brush as he tilted to the side, squinting at the glass flowers coalescing within a dazzling play of light, dancing like whimsical fireflies in their formation. Satisfied with their progress, he resumed with brushing Chenhua's short bob with a wide-bristle brush, her fennikian ears drooping in contentment, probably not paying much attention to the awesome guitar solo that was currently playing on the playlist he'd been amassing lately, compiled with music from across the cosmos he doubted the craftswoman had ever heard before. Not that it mattered. It was just there for the sake of ambiance, after all.

Honestly, the fact that he was utilizing his ability with Regenesis without reservation was notable in and of itself, creating glassy flowers from nothingness--a variety that didn't exist in the cosmos yet. When one appeared finished, Clear plucked it from the air and considered its helix-shaped stem fashioned deliberately, then taking a strand of Chenhua's honeyed locks and began threading it through. It was a methodical few minutes, and he'd only made a handful, but the refractive blossoms glanced the light, curling around the base of her ears and easily visible in a mirror. Way better than a simple hair brushing, right?