As her reflection in the tabletop mirror was concealed behind the chest of the other, Hel huffed frustratedly, holding her arms still as she kept her unfinished braid in place. Fortunately, braids were a large part of her culture and she didn't need that crutch. She just turned her whole body as if she were sitting on a swivel and not a small wooden stool, fingers continuing to move expertly through red curls as she blinded wove them together.
"Be that as it may," she spoke softly, contrary to the annoyance of her expression and content of her words. "I am not yet calm and you are still not forgiven."
















