Over the last few hours, Diomeera had tried hard to get her friends to brush each others hair and experiment with new styles and ribbons to go with their new armor.   The paladin wasn’t always this girly, but the new ‘clothes’ were making her feel particularly feminine, and she was looking forewords to being able to adventure without her hair up under a hood, coif, and helm.<br/><br/>Later that night, she had a nice yellow-gold sheen brushed into her hair, and it was tied back with an indigo silk ribbon.<br/><br/>At the sound of the alarm, she moved quickly to don her sword.  “Let’s go help, okay?”<br/><br/>She paused at the door, brow wrinkling, then opened it and started down, “What’s the commotion?”<br/>