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Noel rushed about her salon at a busy pace. The season was changing and every phony eager for a new hair style or to get it cut before the weather became too warm.

Even as a little sweat glittered on her pelt as she flitted from one customer to the next, adjusting curlers, checking on mane coloring and making sure all the mares were content, Noel's hair mane and tail were perfect. Her long tresses were pulled up into a elegant, if large bun, held into place by bobby pins, golden metallic ones on strands of yellow and clear plastic in the teal. When the sunlight hit her hair, it sparkled, not too much, but just enough to give her a extra aire of glamour. It was that kind of innovation and attention to style and detail that made her shop extremely popular.

"Ahhh salut, velcome to ze..Ahh Jazzmeen!" Noel chirped, noticing it was her niece. "Iz zere zomezing moi iz to be 'elping wiz? Deed Zcent zend vous?"

"Of courze moi can feet vouz en non problem.." Noel shut the door to her business, turned the lock, and applied a sign to the door that read: VIP, Come Back Later!

"Ziz way.." She pointed to one of the empty stations. Before joining Jasmine, she set the other phony in her shop into comfort, some under driers, their mane and tails full of curlers and a couple others in hoof soaking tubs. She returned to her niece, sprtizing down her hair with water and taking a comb to the soft, white locks.

"Zo what iz ze ztyle or ze cut vouz are to being vanting??" Noel spun the chair around and eyed Jasmine's mane. "Moi could bezing puttzing in zome colourz zo natural lookzing non vill know zat vous were non bonr vith zem! Or a nize cute cut, or zome curlz?"

Noel clapped her hooves in delight. "Parfait! Moi iz knowzing ze bezt zing!" The pegasus rushed around, nudging up carts that were like small dressers with all manner of drawers on the front, a small table full of all manner of clips and shears, and a larger table that had all manner of brushes, hair dryer, curlers, and combs.

"Juzt try un relaxz.." Noel said, lowering Jasmine's chair so she could easily work on the filly's mane. Unfortunately that also meant the only thing Jasmine could see in the mirror if she stretched, (which she wasn't allowed to do much as Noel would constantly "tut tut" her and guide her head back into a straight position to resume the style.) was Noel and the occasional flash of her white mane.

After what seems like forever, Noel puts down her brush, wipes her brow and pumps the chair back up so Jasmine can check out her new mane style.

"Magnifique no?"

Noel knew better. She had been doing hair long enough to hear the tight strain in the voice, the slight lip quiver, and the glisten of tears in a mare's eyes from a style not up to their expectations. She knew the foal was trying to spare her feelings, but Noel was a professional and she had not met her nieces needs.

"Are vous bezing suuree...." Noel's eyes narrowed just a bit as she watched the babby in the mirror. She'd fix it, but Jasmine had to be honest about the style and ask her.

Noel's look soften and she patted Jasmine's shoulder. "Zilly filly, vous zhould 'ave zaid zo..Moi iz 'ere to make vous look az vous wizh to look! It iz better to be honezt wiz a proffezional zo zat zey can do ze job vous azked of zem! Zo..you zhould zay zo earlier..it iz unfair to ze othzer to do zo much work and for you to dizlike it after et iz done.."

The mare was scolding Jasmine, just a little, but said it in a gentle tone while undoing the braid she'd done up in the pretty white mane.

"japonais, japonais, japonais, japonais..." she muttered, getting a little lost in thought. "Ah..!" The pegasus turned and barked out a order in french. A silver mare darted right up to her and nodded. "Oui oui!"

"Jazmine moi szhall bezing back in ah momenting..moi muzt get zomezing non 'ere."

The silver mare busied herself undoing all the braids and curls in Jasmine's hair, took her to the sink and washed out her mane thoroughly to get out all the hair spray and other products in it. By the time Noel returned, Jasmine's hair was nearly dry and had been brushed out smooth and shiny. Setting to the side a purple bag with a pink sakura blossom, Noel took a moment to touch and examine Jasmine's hair, to which she nodded and smiled at the silver mare who'd washed and brushed it.

"Bon! Excellente!" Noel said. The silver mare beamed. A quick order in french and the mare almost skipped away to do whatever he next task was.

"Now zhall we zee if zis idea iz more to what vouz waz hoping for..." She set herself to work.

Having gotten ideas of what to do from the shop she just came from, Noel sets to work. Brushing, pinning, tucking, curling, she works a bit slowly this time, taking long moments to look at the style from all angles before adjusting a strand of hair or move some hair pins.

After what seems like an eternity for the both of them, Noel exhales and nods, seemingly pleased with her work. Reaching into the bag, she pulls out a small item thats wrapped in lilac tissue paper. She unwraps it behind Jasmine, and the filly can feel her style being adjusted a bit and something clipped into place.

"Zere..I zink zis iz more ze ztyle..?"

Where Jasmine had felt the last thing being pinned in was a laquor hair comb, decorated with reddish pink flowers.

"Ah well moi doez non knowzing about zat ah ha.." Noel said, waving her hoof like she was shooing the compliment away. "But moi went to ze sztore down ze way, ze azian sztore and moi looked at ze photo bookz and moi zeez zis and viola, Moi knew zis iz ze zing!"

She hands Jasmine the paper bag along with a small paper slip. "Geeve zat to your mozther, zee haircut waz free but ze comb weel cozt a leetle." Or a lot, Noel smirked a bit. "Moi iz 'appy zat vouz j'adore ze new look." she said fondly.