EllethOfMossflower

Rey almost wished for the searing noon heat of Jakku. Almost. Even the nights there had never been this cold. Or maybe it was just because she wasn't used to it? Finn was striding along next to her, unaffected, while she was trying to keep up and shivering under her loose desert wraps. Squinting against the chill, she rubbed her upper arms, trying to conserve as much warmth as possible. She had to get the doors to the thermal oscillator's access tunnel open for Han and Chewie - everything was depending on her. Once she did that, she'd be able to get back inside and out of the wind. But the building in question lay a fair distance away, and

Maybe it was a little more fussy than a simple ponytail would have been. Maybe it was a pointless act of sentimentality. But Rey still persisted in doing her hair with those three half-ponytails. Every morning she'd get up, pull her hair back, and tie it off before eating a scanty breakfast and setting out to see what she could scavenge that day. Years before, her mother had always done Rey's hair that way, and even now each loop of hair was a reminder of the family she continued to hope would return. Because they would return. She knew it.