Artemis took the siscors and tossed them to the ground, having no real plans on using them. She bent over, flinging her hair infront of her, and ran her finger through her hair of hair. It was thick and a little bit longer then waist length. She paused and looked up at him with a raised brow upon seeig the grabbing hands. She gathered her hair into a both hands.<br/><br/>"then use them and hold just where my hands are." she said, knowing her would do so. Once he did she ran her sharp claws from the edge the mane, a tad hit more than shoulder length before she walked backward as she ran her claws forward. This way her hair was naturally layered and without stray pieces of hair to deal with. She righted herself and shook out her hair, comin through it with her now dull claws. She sighed morosely at the shortness, it had gotten shorter as the curls began to form.