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You could always grow it out and learn some nice updos?

Darling, I may be a queen, but I'm not that kind of queen.

Warriors braid their hair back in Thedas. Though some of them do cut it all off for simplicity sake.

I'm not a warrior, either, though I may use that as an excuse to braid Prompto's hair. His looks better long, though.

What do magicians do in Thedas?

For their hairstyles? Depends on the mage. One of my associates keeps it shorn close to the head and wears an impressive horned headdress. The Dalish keepers I've met tend to favor simple updos to keep it out of their faces. Qunari mages... well. That depends on their handlers, I guess.

I've noticed most novice Circle mages tend to keep their hair short to avoid burning the ends early on.

Makes sense. I didn't let mine grow much until my third year at Breakbills.

Do you do yours yourself?

With a lot of patience and upper body strength, along with two mirrors handy if I've got the luxury.

You'll have to let me try sometime, I always wanted to play like I was a preteen girl at a slumber party.

Is that what they do?

I think so. And talk about boys. Do you want to talk about boys?

I suppose we could. Speaking of which, I have something I need to show you.

Is it a boy? ASA, IS IT A HOT BOY, PLEASE SHOW ME

You'll have to see for yourself and let me know what you think.

Oh, goody. Where are you?

Around the Workshop. Want me to come to you?

Damn it, that means it is isn't a boy. Sure. You can portal in, if you like, I'll open it up. I'm at home.

[A few minutes later, she's in, automatically stooping slightly as she comes in.]

You still in, Eliot?

[He's sitting on the couch, legs crossed, reading a book. He's right, his hair really is getting a bit long, and it's curly so it looks a little unkempt. He gets up as she enters, putting the book down on a cushion, and smiles at her.]

There you are. Want a drink? Breakfast? ... or lunch, I can never keep track of time around here.

How about brunch? I heard that's an actual meal. [Smiles at his rambling.] I see what you mean about needing a trim, but it doesn't look bad on you?

It is, and I haven't decided whether I love it for the decadence it implies, or hate it because it's been appropriated by hipsters. [Eliot declares with a sigh.] Regardless, I'll cook. And it looks terrible, but thank you for being kind. What marvelous thing did you have to show me?

"I picked up some new magic," she answers, fighting back a grin. "Non-native to my world, but it's quite interesting. Mind if I show you one of the spells I've been practicing?"

"Go on then," Eliot says indulgently, waving a hand in an imperious sort of gesture of allowance, though he is actually quite curious.

Nodding, she steps back and closes her eyes, concentrating. Purple flames lick up her body, obscuring her from sight for a second as the violet light envelops her, her silhouette pulsing and then growing larger, broader. It takes a bit of time, it's not the most comfortable experience, but once the spell is done, the flames vanish and leave a very large, very male qunari standing there, Asa's bright amber eyes and telltale white hair still braided in her usual style present in the new form.

"You did say you wanted to see what male qunari look like, right?" he comments, voice deep and rumbling as he crosses his arms over his mostly bare chest. It had taken a lot of effort, like Ambrose had warned her, to get the form just right, all the way up to the same shape of horns the Inquisitor has, but it had also allowed her some freedom to play. Keeping the freckles, but adding the gold gilt-work she'd seen some of the more wealthy Vashoth mercenaries get done to their horns, drawing on the mens armor she'd seen in her own band and so on.

"Oh," Eliot says, "That is just not fair!"

He is clearly fascinated by the process and the result, immediately moving forward to examine the Qunari. Asa cuts a very impressive (and delicious) figure now, and if Eliot didn't have a boyfriend, the second sentence out of his mouth would have been some kind of indecent proposal.

"Definitely the biggest hunk of beefcake I've ever had the privilege to see in person. My god. Do you feel any different?"

He chuckles at that and shrugs, looking down at large hands and idly stretching his arms to feel the muscles bunch and relax. "Not a whole lot," he answers, clearly amused at Eliot's reaction. "A bit taller, a bit wider, but otherwise... No. I think if I tried for Bull's shape it might be a lot more different."

He pauses and thinks before lifting his hand a good foot above his own head. "Bull's about this tall. And his horns are huge, so it would definitely feel pretty top-heavy."