Micah smiled and took the brush he was handed. His fingers gently parted his hair through the middle to make brushing it easier. His amber colored eyes looked at his reflection through the mirror while listening to his guard speak. His mother left him a gift? What could it be? He already had his dagger so that couldn't be it and he didn't think it was gold either. It had to be something important maybe?

"A gift from my mother?" He repeated and stopped brushing his hair for that brief moment where he contemplated what the gift could be. Micah shook his head to clear out any guesses he had made and resumed brushing his hair, it was always tough to bush his long hair but in the end his hair was very soft. "All done." he said to himself and smiled at his reflection after setting down the brush.