Jyn stands still well enough. She's about as personable as a cardboard box but she has been told often enough lately that she is beautiful -- "Oh Jyn, people pay to have eyes like yours in the Capital!" -- and she's heard Albina worry that her reticence wasn't playing very well.
But at least she was pretty.
The stylist sweeps her hair to the side, pins hidden here and there to keep it in place, murmuring affirmations to Jyn. Jyn may hate the golden escort, but she doesn't mind Albina. She was there before the Games, she made sure Jyn kept her mother's necklace in the arena as her tribute token, despite it having nothing to do with their District. She pokes and prods at Jyn, much quieter than the other Capital people, reminding Jyn that she looked fierce and powerful with her ponytail. Like a Victor.
Eventually she draws back, looking at Jyn with her lavender eyes. She glances at Cassian, back at Jyn and swoops her hair just so before she nods, satisfied with her work and steps back. "There, you two match!"
It's a softer version of Cassian's clean waves, very classically romantic, which Jyn doesn't notice since she can't see her own hair. She does notice, however, that her dress is complemented by his velvety green suit and wonders if it had been planned that way. Had the other Victors worn green? No, just the boy from Four but his was more of a blueish green.
"Will it be much longer?"
Albina shrugs helplessly, unsure. "I don't know, but you two can make friends while we wait!" She pats Jyn's good shoulder and flutters off to... do something. Jyn doesn't know what they do when they're not trying to make her look presentable.
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But at least she was pretty.
The stylist sweeps her hair to the side, pins hidden here and there to keep it in place, murmuring affirmations to Jyn. Jyn may hate the golden escort, but she doesn't mind Albina. She was there before the Games, she made sure Jyn kept her mother's necklace in the arena as her tribute token, despite it having nothing to do with their District. She pokes and prods at Jyn, much quieter than the other Capital people, reminding Jyn that she looked fierce and powerful with her ponytail. Like a Victor.
Eventually she draws back, looking at Jyn with her lavender eyes. She glances at Cassian, back at Jyn and swoops her hair just so before she nods, satisfied with her work and steps back. "There, you two match!"
It's a softer version of Cassian's clean waves, very classically romantic, which Jyn doesn't notice since she can't see her own hair. She does notice, however, that her dress is complemented by his velvety green suit and wonders if it had been planned that way. Had the other Victors worn green? No, just the boy from Four but his was more of a blueish green.
"Will it be much longer?"
Albina shrugs helplessly, unsure. "I don't know, but you two can make friends while we wait!" She pats Jyn's good shoulder and flutters off to... do something. Jyn doesn't know what they do when they're not trying to make her look presentable.