"Your hair is getting longer, Sigrdrifa," Eleanor commented.
Her fingers gently combed downward, allowing Sigrdrifa's platinum blonde hair to slide smoothly through her fingers.
"Cut it to the length of the shoulder blade?"
"No, just cut it to the shawl," Sigrdrifa, sitting in the chair and looking at herself in the mirror, smiled, "Anyway, my hair grows very fast."
"Um." Eleanor felt it was a pity to cut such beautiful long hair in half. But since Sigrdrifa had spoken, she decided not to dissuade her further.
Will Fog, activate.
Will Armor, activate.
A pair of scissors made of flowing radiance appeared in her hand, swiftly moving through Sigrdrifa's hair. With the precise observation of the fog, Eleanor could accurately cut anywhere and master the styling effects after each cut.
"Have you ever been a hairstylist before?" Sigrdrifa suddenly asked.
