4th Floor Common Room, Late Thursday Afternoon

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After her long swim, Uma was feeling slightly more like she could handle interacting with people without wanting to pounce on them. So rather than holing up in her room after showering the salt and sand off, she stopped in only long enough to grab her supplies and then made her way into the common room to rebraid her hair. Back home, she'd trained Gil and Harry to help, which made the process go by a lot faster. She didn't have anyone here to help, but at least she had the TV and could find something that wasn't Auradon propaganda to pass the hours while she worked on her hair.

Bonus if someone came by with more food than they knew what to do with, which seemed to happen a lot.

[Open common room and I'm done spamming the f-list for the day!]

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[not_of_the_nora]

Aloy shrugged.

"How does your hair get that color anyway?" she said, not because she was all that interested, but because she was there.

... okay, she was a little curious. The focus was producing a few readings on compounds, but she didn't know what they were.

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"It just is," Uma said, using her comb to section out a hank of hair and showing Aloy the roots. "It's just always been that way since I was born. I used to go to Dizzy Tremaine's hair salon to make 'em a bit brighter, but that's just cause sun and rain and salt have a way of leeching the color out of your hair."

She dabbed a small bit of grease onto her fingertips and worked it through the hair she'd sectioned out, straightening the natural curl before she took the comb to it again. "And this is hair grease," she explained. "Makes my hair easier to braid and keeps it looking neat. I put it on right after I wash my hair, it keeps the moisture in and makes a barrier to keep other stuff out."

[not_of_the_nora]

"Strange," Aloy said. "The color, not the grease. My mentor uses something like it."

At least Uma wasn't being openly hostile this time, and that mollified her. She sat down on an arm of the sofa.

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"Strange why?" Uma asked. "Lots of people use color in their hair, don't they?"

Dizzy's dyes always sold well and lots of Uma's pirates had taken to dyeing their hair odd colors in honor of their captain. Though none of them tried to match her natural teal.

[not_of_the_nora]

"Not where I come from," Aloy said, with some humor in her voice.

Though she probably didn't know enough people to say for sure.

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"Huh," Uma said. From her Isle-born perspective, that was really weird. The goblins did quick business hunting down ingredients for hair dyes. "But you got some decent braiding there," she said, nodding at Aloy's hairstyle. "I bet you could get some crazy patterns in it, if you wanted to."

[not_of_the_nora]

"I can, it's just usually not worth the effort," Aloy said. "And the people here seem pretty lazy with their hair."

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Uma gestured to her own. "Consider this an invitation to step up your bars," she said, but while her voice was teasing, it wasn't mocking. "I promised Tip I'd braid hers sometime, too, so that's two people gonna bring some game to the Fandom hairstyles."

[not_of_the_nora]

"You want to have a hair-braiding party?"

At least Aloy sounded faintly amused.

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"I dunno if a couple of people braiding hair counts as a party," Uma said, snickering. "At least, not the kind of parties I'm used to. But damn, if you can do cool things with your hair, why worry about how boring other people are with theirs?"