Perplexed by the odd gesturing and lyrics, Marisol tilted her head- her ears drooped towards the ground. "In what way was my hair supposed to change?" Not understanding the slang nor realizing that she had already been more or less dismissed. "Were you trying to shorten it?" That would make it cooler, heat wise... but she quite liked her long tresses so she was glad the spell failed.
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