402 - Despite Caste Blindness

My thanks to Karen for the Intharas story, entire. Danke!
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I sat in the mane artist's chair and breathed deeply as he had me tipped to one side, trying to relax.  The tug at the nape of my neck wasn't painful and every moment or so he would flip another length of hair from his hands to fall forward across my chest out of the way as he sewed the next lock in.  It was so strange