"Thanks much! And uh, that's okay. I'm not a big fan of pink." Freya said as her stylist had finished and went back to pruning her plant...which is what they should have been doing all along. She reached up and ruffled her hair, getting any loose strands out and still not used to the strange sensation she now had whenever Freya had the urge to sweep her once longhair behind her shoulders.

She had Anchor perch on her arm and went back over to her plant. The owl gave his master an odd look, almost as though he didn't recognize her. "Oh stop. It's me...". Freya tapped Anchor on the beak and he poofed his feathers up, finally recognizing his owner.
Freya took her wand up again and finally made to finish her pruning on her plant. 'So weird! My hair isn't blowing in my face!'