“Not at all, Mother.” Ophelia smiled, brushing it through her fingers again before sighing. She wondered if her mother would notice - or mind - if she worked a few of her smaller, shiny but inexpensive gemstones into the braids that she’d started to twist together.

Well, it was worth a try, so a few were silently slid out of her pockets and worked into the braid with gentle and delicate twists of her hands. It would be a game of a kind, to see if her mother noticed before she finished or not.

“I’m glad I got your hair, mother. It’s so pretty.”

Nyx hummed a bit as Ophelia worked her way through long curls of black. It was relaxing, and at first, no. Nyx didn’t notice the little jewels that were being tucked into the knots and weaves. She wouldn’t mind, it would be a beautiful gesture, and reminiscent of the old story tales that Nyx used to know from her long ago childhood.

But she didn’t notice at first, she just hummed and smiled and reached a hand back to pat her daughter’s knee.

“Good. I’m glad you have my hair too,” she told her. “...You’re so much like your father, but you have my hair and my chin and plenty of magic from us both,” she spoke a loving pride.

“Hey, Ophelia.” 

     “Hey, Ophelia, can I ask you for a biiig favor?”