Blake blinked and came out of her haze as the brush was handed over her. She caught Yang's look and wondered at it. She seemed slightly less cheerful. "Okay."

But first, she set the brush down and used her hands to gently pulled it all to the back then slowly trailing her hands through it, mindful of the knots.Then she took a section and started gingerly working through it. Blake had read a story once about someone that could spin draw into gold. This is what spun gold would look like.

Blonde is really almost to unpoetic a word for it, she thought.

Yang's hair was the stuff the probably based princess's hair off of.....except Yang would bust out the tower and imprison the dragon there instead. Or make bad puns at it until it flew away. She felt a grin coming on at the thought and stifled a laugh.