Braces Stories Headgear Novels & Stories

“It was a helmet, not just a mask. Where is the rest of it?” “Huh?” She’s looking at me now, a strand of hair falling loose from the messy bun I watched her wind and tie back half an hour ago, imagining the curve of her spine and the indent between her shoulders, the same places I kissed– “Aris?” “What?” “Are you listening? This mask is supposed to be connected to a head guard–it’s a helmet. That’s why it won’t fit over your face and why it’s so heavy.” “Well, shit.”

she replied with a small smile. "Can we get to the hair part now , I can't wait to see how I look " Ariel said and joy laughed . "Sure " she replied as they walked back to the chair and Ariel took her seat. Joy gently packed her hair up in a pony tail and brushed the edges. She reached for the box and brought out the headgear. It was just plain wine color , unlike the dress which had cream strips on it. She folded it first before she began to tie it on Ariel's head.

It's more like latex sticking to my curves. I don’t feel exposed or restricted from breathing normally. I feel armed. Prepared. But with no inkling of what to expect. Strangely, the feeling thrills me more than it worries me. My hair is pulled up into a firm crown-braid and adorned with simple silver clips shaped like dragon talons. No necklace. No earrings. Just the braid and the black combat leathers outfit. Done, I breathe out deeply and adjust a few things like the collar and removing something stuck in my right eye.

There was a baldric that crossed between my breasts with enough scabbards, too, house five throwing knives. She brought my boots. It was long boots that had to be laced up till underneath my knees. She brought a cloak that was my father's colors and tightened it around my neck. She then made me sit on the bed as she braided my hair. Three braids on each side. Everything pulled into a high pony tail before being braided again into one thick braid. She then led me to the mirror before placing the silver crown against my forehead. It looked like a silver tattoo with intricate curls. A few light blue gems gave it some color.

She flexes her hand, remembering the pain. Shaking the horrid thoughts away, she returns to the present. She grabs a necklace, earrings, and bracelet set that match the pretty top that she got. Greer has never owned jewelry before except for the tiny earrings she used to wear that she had since the day they had pierced her ears.

Their slim pants tucked into knee-high boots and leather bracers on their wrists, and their hair was pulled back tightly, with arrows on their back and their bow at their side. They stood in the middle of the large arena, in front of Alpha Oizys who sat on a high seat, his gaze sharp and calculating as he watched all their faces while the Sages stood at the side, watching. Everyone was watching. “Are you nervous?” Willow whispered. “Are you nervous?” Roxie whispered back; she didn't know what to feel or expect. She wasn't even thinking. “I'm not,” Willow retorted quickly, showcasing the nervousness in her tone.

I demand. "This way Princess." My response must have mollified the mighty Adrexa. Too bad Homer didn't write a poem about her! We found an old uniform with a leather breastplate, leather knee tongues, and a helmet Braxius wore as a child. I kept my sandals on since I don't think the Greeks will be worrying about my feet!

Both Ruth and Cara loved it, too. I tried it on but to the disappointment of everyone else, I wouldn’t come out of the change room and show them. I wanted it to be a surprise for all of them. We picked up some accessories; I found some nice red gloves and shoes. Cara was drawn to a flower and vine integrated hairpiece that had blood-red and yellow jewel stones set as the flowers. We get everything bagged up, paid for, and then go for a walk around the town. We passed this really nice antique store. I duck into the store and have a look around. “Scarlett?”

“Well, it’s the only one I found in the garment bag you handed me, so...” “But… But…I ordered a big, frilly light-blue dress to match me, along with one of those masquerade ball masks to hide your face.” “Oh, wait! It did come with a mask.” I lifted the yellow helmet with black shaded eyes and a silver mouth guard, then pulled it over my head. My vision went limited, but I could clearly see Brick out of the eye holes as he shook his head. “Holy… No. No, you’re not wearing that. You look like a ten-year-old boy.”

"What are those, master?" Chief Sakar asked towards the masked expert. He saw metallic braces same as what he noted on the silent companion of the boy. They were inside a magical sack that materialized with only a wave of a hand. This most probably came from a storage ring, he thought. "As I said, it is a gift from the master. You may address me as Mistress Ais. Get one and put it on your neck, mortals." The masked boy replied to the enquiry of Chief Sakar.