For a time, she simply blinks at him; confusion turns to surprise, surprise to bewilderment, and bewilderment to wary amusement. She's been bold all morning, but it's possible there's a touch of shyness in her chortle, and in the way she reaches up to swipe the hat off her head.
She rarely thinks too hard on the 'tan line' across her forehead, or the way her hair inevitably looks flat-ironed — but not in the attractive way. In this moment, however, she finds herself pulling her hand through the loose curls, trying to give them a little more life.
"It's not — Women my age an' station don't typically wear their hair down," she offers, by way of explanation. "I don't do everythin' with a hat on. I take it off indoors when good manners demand. But I work an' ride so oft I don't go t'the trouble t'pin my hair up most days."
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For a time, she simply blinks at him; confusion turns to surprise, surprise to bewilderment, and bewilderment to wary amusement. She's been bold all morning, but it's possible there's a touch of shyness in her chortle, and in the way she reaches up to swipe the hat off her head.
She rarely thinks too hard on the 'tan line' across her forehead, or the way her hair inevitably looks flat-ironed — but not in the attractive way. In this moment, however, she finds herself pulling her hand through the loose curls, trying to give them a little more life.
"It's not — Women my age an' station don't typically wear their hair down," she offers, by way of explanation. "I don't do everythin' with a hat on. I take it off indoors when good manners demand. But I work an' ride so oft I don't go t'the trouble t'pin my hair up most days."