{ glimpses } the impudent son who had mocked his white brow

[andleonine]

"I don't understand why you dye your hair now. You never used to."

"Lillias."

"And you cut it."

"Lillias."

"The white braid? I liked it very much. It suited you."

"Lillias, I'm not twenty-five any more."

"And your roots are showing."

"Get out."