Vivian had not been offered another world to hold her attention. This was her world, her womb that cradled her in it. It was safe and warm, the skies here were crisp and clear unlike the<i>house</i>she could still remember coming from. She had never questioned it, never longer or became curious about more because she had been content with this life. She could no longer continue that life, not now her home was drowning in the sea. It was now different, alive and noisy. She had to see what was beyond it now or drown with the rest.<br/><br/>The man's next question drew her quickly from her thoughts. A hand flew up to the ends of her short hair, her face grew to match that short hair. She silently cursed Mr. Weaver for having added it, how he had known was beyond her. She did not wish to share this sacred things but it was already out there on display.<br/><br/>Her footsteps faltered as she stilled. "It was something between Master and I." She was curt with her response, she felt a swirl of agitation, embarrassment. "It should be none of your concern, I think Mr. Weaver made a mistake in adding it," she huffed. Her hand fell away from the short ends of her hair. She didn't want to linger on the thought, the memory that the last time her Master had brushed her hair was truly the last.<br/><br/>She could go fondly recall sitting between his knees, later in a chair as her hair grew much longer. It had been all the way down past her knees when she had chopped it off. Master would comb it, braid it, he seemed quite insisting on doing it himself. When he his age had caught up had hired some one for it. He was specific about who could touch her ginger locks.<br/><br/>She peeked at him now, over her shoulder, so close as he escorted her along with out the<i>Click, Click, Tap.</i>She turned forward quickly, she would not be bother by him. She decided it, even after Weaver's illustration, she would still stand her unbiased ground. She pushed forward, through the hallways and the front door that would lead to freedom.  "I do not think 8 need a hairbrush now that I have trimmed it so short," she added with a soft nod.