He seems kind and amiable, but she's learned at a young age not to trust a pretty face. She gestures for him to take a seat next to her in invitation even as she eyes him thoughtfully as if trying to imagine him with pink hair.
"Well, I suppose you could always try out both to see how you'd like it," she replies. She moves her hands in a graceful movement along her hair until the rich red returns.
One may certainly be amiable without being kind, something Fiyero is plenty familiar with himself. He doesn't blame anyone who doesn't get won over by his charm - but he does find it interesting, as he tries to charm anyone in his path.
He swings smoothly down in the seat next to her. "Promise you'll turn it back if I don't-- Whoa," he says, softly cutting himself off as he seems how her hair changes. That's so fascinating!
He seems so genuinely enraptured by her magic that it draws a smile out of her. She doesn't think it's very much. Right now, she can do superficial changes and track heartbeats, but she's hoping with time, she can do healing. That's the end goal for her. For now, it's little tricks like this. Madame Morrible tells her she has promise, but most of her attention goes to her other students.
"It doesn't hurt if that's what you're worried about," she explains to him in case he has concerns. "You hardly feel anything."
He actually hadn't been, that possibility not occurring to him. Not with how casually she's doing it outside.
"As long as my hair doesn't fall out. I'm quite attached to it," he quips lightly, as he lounges backwards against one of the pillars next to the bench.
She has to stand to meet him. They have a bit of a height difference, it it's not so insurmountable that she can't reach. Since he'd mentioned blue, she draws from the vibrant blue flowers nearby to change his hair to that same shade. It's much easier since his hair is shorter than her own. With a sudden surge, the brownish blond changes to the blue.
She picks up the mirror and holds it before him. She eyes him thoughtfully. "Mm, not bad though I'm not sure it's you."
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"Well, I suppose you could always try out both to see how you'd like it," she replies. She moves her hands in a graceful movement along her hair until the rich red returns.
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He swings smoothly down in the seat next to her. "Promise you'll turn it back if I don't-- Whoa," he says, softly cutting himself off as he seems how her hair changes. That's so fascinating!
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"It doesn't hurt if that's what you're worried about," she explains to him in case he has concerns. "You hardly feel anything."
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"As long as my hair doesn't fall out. I'm quite attached to it," he quips lightly, as he lounges backwards against one of the pillars next to the bench.
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She picks up the mirror and holds it before him. She eyes him thoughtfully. "Mm, not bad though I'm not sure it's you."