Angry Liberty!

While she sat elegantly next to the bonfire, her black dress outlined her slender body. Then, she quietly watched Tron voraciously devour the meat as her thin fingers released the ribbon on her hair. As she did, her long silver hair fell down and released a dazzling luster underneath the glow of the fire.

"When will your hair turn back?" Tron quickly finished the roasted meat and casually asked as he glanced at Liberty's hair. He could vaguely recall that he had once asked Liberty about the color of her hair. Back then, she had mentioned that it was the result of the meditation technique that she had trained in.

"What? Do you not like it?" Liberty was slightly startled and attempted to asked casually.