So, like, the new year came and went. My hair was looking especially nice … for once… I had no one to kiss. Dreams of Dr. Mountain Hawk were preferable to crying in my sparkling wine.
We had been here for a day and a half and were being treated like royalty—Spock especially. He’d bound his hair and wrapped his head in a maroon silk pagri to hide his ears and eyebrows. He looked very elegant in matching kurta and pants. —Uhura from Happiness at Least
Of course I’m still a bit rusty, I haven’t done portraits in years. Hmmm? Some refresher art classes I should think. Haven’t quite captured the proper expression.