It was obvious what Melete would be as an adult. The second he was asked the question for homework he laughed. Everyone knew it. People commented he should pursue it. He loudly announced it.He'd own a salon.
He'd style and cut hair. He'd make the most bland hair become the most stunning. He'd take beautiful hair and make them godly. Hair was easy, and it was simple. It showed the personality of the wearer, and he often found himself enjoying trying to figure out what exactly to give his willing participants. If possible, he'd hire Mneme. He wasn't sure what FOR, exactly, but he wanted them in his life, still.
Heck, maybe he'd have multiple salons! He'd become famous! He'd be THE hair person! Celebrities would flock to him. Nobodies would beg him to change them. He'd MAKE stars. That was his future! He knew it! It was his destiny, after all!
