Novel & Cerita Nature's Blessing Hair Grease

I made air quotations with the last word. “Blessing?” I nodded, reaching around him for the conditioner. “You’re a wolf blessed by the Moon Goddess now. Really, my hair was just waiting to happen. I was born with the blessing, so there wasn’t a chance to change.” “I’m blessed? What does that mean?” Shrugging, I combed the conditioner through my hair. “Riley. I’m serious.” “I don’t know, Alpha! She didn’t say. It could be some kind of extra power? Who knows. You’ll figure it out.”

He undid the band holding up my messy hair and it came falling around my face like a thick curtain. "Alex, you don't have to..." I tried to protest but he was already grabbing brush and sticking into my hair. "I just haven't seen a woman's hair so thick and beautiful like yours.." he replied he squeezed some hair cream on my hair before massaging it in. There was silence as he professionally moved his fingers over my scalp down to the base of her hair in steady motions over and over again. He would occasionally squirt some lotion in her hair to help detangle the knots and after several minutes, he managed to brush my hair until a comb could easily go through it.

"I would love to wash your hair sweetheart. I brought you some new products while you were taking a nap earlier. I talked to Marcus's mate, Zendaya, and she told me what products to buy for you. I got you this stuff, House of isis shea shampoo. She said this is their favorite and it's very soothing on the scalp. I also got you House of isis wind oil and Jamaican black castor oil. She says she loves both of them so she uses both. She alternates between them each time she uses an oil. She said your dreadlocks should be re-twisted about once every month or two, so she's coming over tomorrow to show us how to retwist your locks." He said.

Then, I grabbed my phone and typed: "How to get raw dough out of hair." Top answer? Olive or coconut oil together with fine-tooth comb. Oh. Hell yes. I ran downstairs stark naked, thankful my dad wasn’t home, and snatched the olive oil from the pantry as I didn’t have coconut oil. Back upstairs, I went to work – coating my scalp, massaging it through the strands, working section by section. Then rinse. Shampoo. Repeat. Twice. Three times.

When I looked in the mirror, I remembered Kai's initial comment about my hair, that it looks best when it's free and not tied back. I grin. What's the point of having loose hair if I'm already sweating? Kai had no idea how difficult to maintain this hair. I don't even have time for a haircut, and I struggle with my hair every time I bathe and comb it. But the homemade shampoo and conditioner I made with coconut and aloe vera really help. Because I never used a product containing a chemical mixture, my hair is naturally beautiful.

No, why would we do that? Now even more frustrated than I was before, I finish washing up and turn off the shower, wringing the water out of my hair. I step out, wrap my towel around me, collect my clothes and make my way back to my room. I don’t hear Ayawamat or the sounds of guests, so I assume he’s still out on patrol, which means I’ve got the house to myself for a little while longer. I dry off, get dressed and tend to my hair by towel drying it and adding in my favourite hair serum. It’s a lovely little concoction made with aloe vera, sweet grass and yucca – among other things I’m sure I’ll never know – made by a family of Wampanoag women who have passed the remedy on for generations. I

he said smugly. "But do you know how to braid my kind of hair? " I asked referring to my frizzy, super curly hair. "I'll improvise." he said. Reluctantly and still wary that he might cut my hair or pull it hard, I sat on the dresser chair and watched him through the mirror. He first of all, sprayed some water on it, rubbing it through the hair, then used my hair growth oil and softener on the hair massaging my scalp gently with it. It actually felt so good, I let out little moans of pleasure.

I craved for our hands to touch and for him to steal kisses from me and I happily related my experiences with Celia, her excitement greater than mine. I hummed to myself, running the brush through Liora's hair. The strands were healthy against my fingers, there was no breakage and the brush glided through with ease. Maura had been so kind to make some hibiscus and rosemary hair butter as a gift for Liora to care for her hair and this was the first time using it. I parted the hair into sections, making sure the scalp was visible, and then I picked the bottle of lavender oil I had made myself, dropping it onto the exposed scalp.

"Azel, did your mouth just say this liquid can make our fur super soft after a long shift?" "Yes, it works like magic," I answer with a big nod, showing her how to rub a tiny drop between my palms. "Wild moon-oil is the best thing for a warrior's hair care. Your hands can rub it straight into the roots after washing in the river." I explain three simple ways the old border packs use the raw juice to keep their coats thick. "You can also filter the fluid through fine cloth to make skin lotions, or mix it up with hive-wax to create healing lip salves for dry winter weather."

The amount of dirt, grime, leaves, and twigs that fall out of her thick, luscious locks is unreal and gives proof of her tumbling down a steep hillside. Everything I need to clean, sanitize, and suture her wounds is set out and ready. Ivory soap, 120-proof spirits, needle and thread, several linens, a boar hair bristle scrub brush, a polished tortoise shell comb, the rose Otto perfume oil, a tin of lavender and Frankincense oil salve, and strips of woven gauze for bandaging.