Who in their right mind though Nasrin should be anyone's mentor? Apparently Vanya. The woman had summoned Nadrin with very little fanfare or explanation. At first she thought, the late night summons was because she was in trouble. In fact she would have preferred the slipper to her current task. On the way back to the tiny room she shared with Kaira, she passed caught her reflection an outer window. Her hair was getting too long. To her displeasure, it was practically to her chin. Did Jaren like longer hair? Maybe.. No.. she wouldn’t change for him. The man would have to take her no matter how she wore her hair. Even if she shaved one side and dyed it blue with King’s flower. Smirking at her reflection she decided she'd do just that.
The next morning, she found the girl at breakfast. Plopping down across from the kid, she introduced herself with a wolfish grin, “I'm Nas, and somebody thought it would be a good idea for me to show you the ropes.” Her fingers reached up to touch the right side of her head in the absent minded gesture she'd picked up since Kaira had helped her shave it this morning. She hasn't had time to find Garhald for the King’s flower, and so far she hadn't seen Vanya either.
The next morning, she found the girl at breakfast. Plopping down across from the kid, she introduced herself with a wolfish grin, “I'm Nas, and somebody thought it would be a good idea for me to show you the ropes.” Her fingers reached up to touch the right side of her head in the absent minded gesture she'd picked up since Kaira had helped her shave it this morning. She hasn't had time to find Garhald for the King’s flower, and so far she hadn't seen Vanya either.