"You're right," she decides, and begins bundling everything back into the bag, shaking her newly-short hair back from her face. It looks slightly less wild, now. "Probably no one'd see past it but I guess it would attract attention, too much of a gamble, too risky. Do I get to look forward to a future of running into the ******** trees every time it gets a wild hair? I commiserate because mine's already decided to lead me on a wild damn goose chase once, heedless of my desires."
It. She holds the totem back up as she says it, shaking it, like she's angry at it. Maybe she is. Her voice is thick with bitterness.
