Icy honestly didn't know what had possessed her to take a pair of scissors to long silver hair--people seemed to love her hair...she loved her hair. Yet she stood before a mirror watching as the last of the strands fell to the floor, where they then lie in clumps at her feet. Of course she didn't cut it all off...just enough of it...
It still hung just above her chin...
Her plan was rather odd. Unheard of. And as she gave what remained of her hair a quick rinse, she thought it through again. Her application was rather flawless (she did have experience of sorts with hand to hand combat and some...
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