Lys: Girlish Mischief

Aithne laughed quietly, then made no effort to hide it. It was a treat to see the girl all dressed up and acting so... girlish. Dainty was the last word she'd use to describe the Guttersnipe, yet here she was, turning and blushing and looking altogether pleased with herself.

Aithne fetched herself a pair of scissors. "How long would you like this to be? The floor, or your ankles?" She winked at the girl. "Or would you rather it be warrior-length?"