time to shave, shave it off, it off

"And you're absolutely sure about this?"

"Positive," Mythra popped back, quietly reveling in the weird feeling of having to wait for Pyra to physically hand her the razor, rather than just handing off the palm holding the implement itself from one side of the headspace to the other, as it were. "And no fish stories about people mistaking one of us for the other, either. Obviously that was...never really a problem."

"Never?" Now, watching Pyra's eyebrow quietly ride up in real time.

There were...various reasons. Too heavy, too many tangles...

Too many old memories.

Back to the roots.