"Mnnn, that is the upside." One good thing about most of the spells they're figuring out- they're temporary.

As it is, he has an impressively dry laugh. "And now you know how I feel," he snorts, his own head of hair clashing fairly wonderfully against both colours. "Mnh, it wouldn't be much use if I didn't make the attempt though, so..."

It's been fairly interesting for him (and no doubt Isabel, and others), to add this level of analysis to music writing. It's one thing to consider the appeal of the sound- adding the levels of control is a fascinating study that has proven more than fruitful thus far. "Hnnn, perhaps, the pitch limitations in our instruments..." he mutters, eyeing his rock and bringing the ocarina pendant to his lips.

A few notes through the air, and for a moment it seems nothing really happens. And then-

"Aha! A change. Though green is-" About halfway into that statement, he realizes what's happened and scowled. "...My hair is ashen now, isn't it."

It's swapped with the rock.