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[dukes_daughter]

Ganymede's hair is getting long again. It reaches nearly to her shoulders now, and curls in to frame her face, emphasizing the softness of her jaw, the roundness of her cheeks. As Ganymede, it is always a bit of a mess, curls and cowlicks everywhere. Rosalind has brushed it out now, though, smooth and soft, like it was when she was was a princess,

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[youngandhealthy]

And one does. "Good sir, thou'lt shame me with thy fairness, one day."

[dukes_daughter]

She laughs. "Sweet lady, nay!"

[youngandhealthy]

"Aye, aye, sure!" She laughs, and comes in. "Such fair tresses must not be hidden under caps!"

[dukes_daughter]

"'tis but through some work that they look so," she laughs, almost embarrassed.

[youngandhealthy]

"Always does, to look fine, sir."

[dukes_daughter]

She laughs. "Ay, 'tis so."

[youngandhealthy]

"What's the fine occasion?"

[dukes_daughter]

"O, none. I did but wish to see it." She looks somewhat embarrassed.

[youngandhealthy]

"Well, tis fine." She comes in and sits. "In the spring, thou shouldst add flowers."

[dukes_daughter]

She snorts. "Ay, and none then should guess the truth of me."

[youngandhealthy]

She laughs. "Never! They shall think tis a brain fever, or perhaps some strange French custom."

[dukes_daughter]

She laughs, as well. "In such a play, they may well so."

[youngandhealthy]

"So besides tend thy hair, what has occupied thee? More snowmen?"

[dukes_daughter]

She laughs. "Ay. And Curio did call but moments ago."

[youngandhealthy]

"Oh, aye?" She beams. "He is well, I trust."

[dukes_daughter]

"Ay," she says with an equally bright smile.