The woman with the pale hair looked our way again, then spoke to her husband.
His pale hair came into sight nearly even with my knees.
She moved back, against the door frame, watching an old woman with pale yellow hair open her arms to three small children.
He had pale sandy hair and not much of it.
In his human form he has long, pale hair and a fish necklace.
She was still in the white dress with her long, pale hair.
His free hand rose, pushed back the pale hair from her face.
One of the humans, with pale brown hair on his face, stood up.
A shock of pale hair stood up from her head.
She tossed back pale hair and looked me straight in the eye.
