[Clary runs her fingers through her hair, attempting to untangle the clumpy mess that had formed. She is quick to give up and gathers the flaming strands into her palm, twisting the remaining water onto the ground next to her feet.
It splashes with an audible echo as if it was trying it's hardest to say something to her.]
I think hair holds more water than cotton. [She muses aloud to herself before looking up at him with bright green eyes.]
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It splashes with an audible echo as if it was trying it's hardest to say something to her.]
I think hair holds more water than cotton. [She muses aloud to herself before looking up at him with bright green eyes.]
I did. Did you?