The next morning, soft light filtered into the room, illuminating a scene of controlled chaos.
Julian stood still, patiently allowing Clarissa to attempt taming his straight, stubborn hair. Despite her best efforts with a brush, sections of it would inevitably fall back into their natural, slightly unruly state. "I'm sorry, Julian," she murmured with a warm, apologetic smile. "It just wants to do its own thing."
Next to them, Zoe sat perfectly still on a stool while Celestia, her expression as cool and impassive as ever, worked on her hair with a comb. "You are too pampered, Zoe," Celestia stated, her voice devoid of any warmth, though her hands were surprisingly gentle.
Zoe didn't protest or even speak. She simply let out a soft, contented hum, "Hmm~," and leaned slightly into the soothing motion of the comb.
