“Are all Englishwomen this tender headed?” Freya asked as she stood behind me with strands of my hair laced in her fingers, plaiting the sides. While I could agree the style did keep my hair away from my face while battling an opponent, I would also like it noted that if I kept doing my hair this tightly, then I wouldn’t have to worry about battling much longer, as my eyes were likely to pop out of my head.
“Are all shieldmaidens as determined as you are to rip out an Englishwoman’s hair?” I growled.
“Depends on the Englishwoman,” Babs answered from her perch on a stump that doubled as a chair inside the shieldmaidens’ community hut. “Sometimes, we simply take off the whole head.”
“I’m not trying to rip your hair out, you big baby,” Freya grumbled. “If you wouldn’t insist on taking it
