"Alright... let's do this." Hosea brought the scissors to your hair and started to chop it off. It wasn't a task done in just a few moments; your hair was rather long and luscious.

He gently pulled on your hair and adjusted the position of your head slightly, letting more of your locks fall to the grass as he cut them off.

"We could go to the general store later, buy you some new clothes if you want," he suggested. "Or you could borrow some of my old ones."