Ricka Bellsmith
Whyneks smiles at the girl, but shakes his head. "Blonde, eh? We could, once or twice, but the elixir to make you blonde is very harsh on the hair. Since we will have to repeat whatever we do every week or so, to avoid your red roots showing, we'd make you bald within a few months. I'll cut it short and make it dark, but then we can get you a blonde wig. You have the sort of expressive face, that you could be very talented at disguise, and we should get started on training that right away."
He pauses in thought, and finally continues, "We need to get you a place to stay, here in the temple. Starting today, you'll work for me, but we will have to maintain a cover somewhere in the temple where you will have enough freedom. Zeus won't work for you. The Father is the most powerful of the gods, but the women in his service do not have much freedom, and, frankly, there are, umm, issues. Demeter would work, you'd be going out with priestesses to bless fields and the like, so disappearing for days at a time would be reasonable. You could work in Poseidon's temple here, since you'd often be off traveling. Can you swim? Athena? No, they are too, you know, religious. And Hera is a big no. You don't want to work for Erastoo. Besides pressuring you to get a tattoo, which would hurt your disguise ability, she's a little, well, ... just no. Oh! Maybe Hermes. They don't have a lot of girls working there, but some. And you'd be running around all over the country carrying messages. Maybe that's just the thing for a little trouble-maker like you."
He finally takes a breath, but before Ricka even has a chance to ponder such an important decision, he says, "Come on, let's get you transformed."
Deacon Whyneks takes a small pair of shears from a cabinet. After seating the girl in center of the room and snipping away for a while, he announces success. "There you are. If you part it on the side, you could easily pass for a boy, but if you just go with bangs, it's a cute girl's cut." Rummaging through the same cabinet, he pulls out a bottle of dye and starts massaging it into her hair. He seems completely cavalier about it staining his hands, his floor, or his chair, though he does warn her to be still when a head shake splashes a little of it on to his jacket. He uses a towel to dry her head and a brush to even out the dye.
Finally, he brings her a silver mirror for her to appreciate his effort. It's ... OK. She certainly does look different. Her light eyebrows stand out jarringly, and he wipes an inky part of the towel over them to stain them, as well. Drips of dye on her face are smeared but not quite cleaned by a cleanish corner of the towel, and he instructs Ricka to wash her face at the bowl on his nightstand.
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