Hair problem
Contrary to what people seemed to think, it was very rare for her and her fellow Eternals to join in human festivities. They only participated once in a while and even when they did they always kept to themselves, even the more extroverted ones such as Kingo and Sprite herself. Sure Kingo would mingle with others, and she would tell her stories, but not too long later they would always seek out one of their own.
Most of the time, Sprite enjoyed these parties. Still, there are times when she doesn’t, like tonight’s party that needed her to be “well-dressed” and decorated apparently. The small eternal would rather simplicity and practicality rather than extravagant dresses and the kind. Especially since they didn’t do much to attract the kind of attention she wanted. When she told her stories the eyes that watched her were shining and amazed by her illusions, not leering on her.
The preparation was a whole other problem she didn’t want to go through. Makkari had tried to help, but the speed she did it made her more meddlesome than helpful, Sprite had exasperatingly sent her away. Not too nicely either, she’d have to tell a few of the speedster’s favorite stories at the party later.
Now she still stood in front of the mirror, having picked out her outfit but not knowing what to do with her hair, which she had grown out and was reaching her shoulders. She’d tried just tucking it behind her ear, but it kept falling in front of her face when she moved her head.
The door creaked open, and feeling self-conscious her head snapped around to see who it was. Druig stepped in.
Great.
Not seeing or rather not acknowledging her exasperation, he threw her a grin as he looked at her still-undecided hairstyle. “Having trouble?”
Letting a scowl set on her face, she huffed. “None of your business. If Ajak sent you to remind me- or even tell me to hurry up, I’m trying, okay?”
She turned to face the mirror again, subtly noticing druig walking closer from his reflection.
“Nobody sent me, well maybe Makkari. She worried about her giving you more trouble than help,” he lightly slapped the back of her head, dislodging her hands which were trying to braid one part of her hair “Sending her away like that wasn’t so nice, even for you.”
She glared at him, but uttered a small apology, promising to make it up to Makkari later. Surprisingly he didn’t say bring it up again, instead, he kept looking at her.
“What?” She snapped.
“Your hair problem, I can help.”
Sprite raised an eyebrow. “Help? You? With my hair?” To be honest she’d take Makkari’s overly helpful idea with her hair than Druig’s.
He crossed his arms. “Yes, or no?”
Sprite thought it over in her head, she’s been at this for hours already, and she was losing her patience. Might as well.
“Okay.” She faced the mirror, giving her brush to him expectantly.
He seemed to second-guess himself before accepting the brush. “Don’t expect anything extraordinary.”
She rolled her eyes. “Like I ever could.”
He untangled her attempt at a braid, his hands moving unexpectedly gently. He sectioned, twisted, and pinned her hair. Throughout the process they settled into a comfortable silence, sprite feeling herself dozing off slightly.
“Sprite.” She felt her shoulders get shaken slightly.
Her eyes focused on the mirror and her reflection. Despite her sleepy eyes, Druig had done great work with her hair, turning it into a simple updo. She turned her head from side to side, examining his work. It was exactly what she wanted.
“It’s,” she couldn’t exactly say perfect, not to druig “better than I expected.”
A huff. “You’re welcome.”
She let a small smile tug at her lips as she looked back at him. “Thank you.” She exaggerated.
A gentle pat on her shoulder was her reply.