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Haldia nodded, but her eyes showed that she wasn't convinced. She wasn't worried about an accent or pronunciation, it was simply that she couldn't put a sentence together. It made sense when other people did it, but when she tried it it didn't make any sense to her, even if it sounded the same.

"Perhaps what you need is step by step grammar lessons," Earendil smiled softly. "I can help you with that, if you would like."

Haldia looked thoughtful. She'd had many people helping her already, Earendil included, but nothing had helped. Perhaps actual lessons would be good. Like a child.

"Perhaps," she agreed tentatively.

Haldia nodded as Fletcher returned with her cider.

"Here you are," he said, holding it out for her to take.

"Thank you," Haldia smiled, her tone making a translation unnecessary. She sipped at her drink and leaned back against the couch.

Earendil turned to Fletcher. "How is Amara doing with the doll?" he asked curiously.

"Very well," the light elf replied lightly. "I believe she said she could be done by dinner if she's left undisturbed. Though if that's the case, then I recommend you head back to the ranch for dinner. Amara won't have time to prepare anything, and honestly you do not want to eat my cooking."

"Well that's because it's true," Fletcher chuckled back at Lin. "Why do you think I gave you sandwiches and meat for lunch? When it comes to using the fire for heating things up, the only thing Amara will let me do is boil water or heat up some cider."

Earendil chuckled. "Maybe you should give us a chance to cook something," he grinned. "Amara deserves a chance to eat someone else's cooking every once in a while, too."

"Well, we'll see," Fletcher smiled.

Just then Amara came into the living room, looking a bit tired but smiling softly.

"Ah, good," she murmured, "you're inside. Earendil, Lin, I was wondering if I could ask one of you a favour. In order to finish the doll, I need some black hair, and since only the two of you have black hair ..."

Earendil blinked at her. "You would like one of us to donate?"

Amara laughed. "Well, I don't need much, it's not going to be long hair on the doll. So if one of you doesn't mind a haircut ..."

Earendil ran his fingers through his hair. Well, it had been a while since his last cut, he could spare some ... though he wasn't sure if it would even be long enough, even for a doll.

"Sure," Amara grinned. "All right, come this way. We'll do it in the bedroom, that way the mess is all in one place."

She motioned for Lin to follow her, then grinned at the others. "Don't worry," she teased them all, "you'll have her back in one piece."

Earendil chuckled. "Come here, you!" he grinned, holding his arms out to Miyuki. He scooped her up and tossed her into the air, then sat her on his lap.

"Don't worry about her," he grinned at Lin. "We'll be fine until you get back."

Amara smiled. "Shall we?" she murmured to Lin, and started down the hallway.

Amora led Lin to the back bedroom, hers and Fletcher's, and once they were in there she pulled a chair away from a desk, positioning it in the center of the room.

"Here, have a seat," she smiled. "Rather than just cutting for the doll, why don't I give you a proper hair cut? How do you like it styled?"

She took a sheet from the closet and waited for Lin to sit down.