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And she nuzzles her nose up against Callie’s cheek. Not entirely sure who this person is or why she’s nuzzled so cosily in Cal’s neck at first, but the realisation slowly hits me when I notice she and Callie are holding hands. I also notice that something is different with Callie. Her hair is different and she’s definitely wearing clothes that don’t look like anything she’s ever worn before. Callie has always been particular about having her hair just so and always wore figure hugging clothes. More times often then not, she would be in a dress or skirt.

I feel a momentary sense of loss as he moves away from me, and I watch in the mirror as he lays Lora in her crib, her little sleeping body frighting for only a moment as her arms splay out in protest of being put down. I have the urge to watch her sleep again, but I had done to much of that earlier, leaving me with a short amount of time to be able to dress for the occasion. That's precisely why I've lacked any makeup or curling my hair as Calley had wished. Not that I lack curls, it’s just my natural wave isn’t specifically curly as one would like. Khai moves back towards me, his hands sorting me out again as he plasters his warmth to my back.

"It was nice, they were being treated with care. They could read and write and count. I can see that they were well-fed. Most of them have eyes like humans. Their skin is almost purple under the sun." "And they don't get irritated." Cassana remarked. "Their ears are longer than humans, but they're not as pointy." "I know, right?" "But their hair. Oh, they were so.. Colorful. I saw them standing in line and it was like a parade of rainbow. Some have pink, indigo, peach, while some bright red like this," Otheric brushed Cassana's long wavy hair, twirling them in his fingertips. "The wizards from The Tower are still scratching their heads over that. Some say, it's a deformity. Others say it's a

Tension rippled through my body and I swayed lightly on my feet when an itch started on my scalp. “Holy mother of the goddess and the blasted moon,” Laziel cursed low under his breath as I fought off another wave of nausea, realizing they were both staring at me. Strands of curly white hair fell over my face and I gasped in shock when Caius’ large hand wrapped around my arm and he carresses a handful of my hair. It had turned white again…all of it…infront of them! My future mates had just witnessed my early aging! How much more embarrassing could this day get?

“You can braid it, wash it, comb it…anything you wish” Caius finally turned to me a shit eating grin on his face, I regretted my decision already. “Fine let’s shake on it” he clasped my hand in his and I shook it slowly ignoring the itch in my palm. I had caught Caius’s obsession with my hair early on, he stared at it a lot, his first course of action when we were close was to touch my ends and make remarks like, ‘such a waste’, ‘I can make it feel better’, ‘how it grew this long attest to its strength’

He even lets the milk box he's holding to slip from his hands, and it splatters everywhere when it falls to the floor. Calhoun puts his hands on my shoulders as he traces wet sloppy kisses from my neck and down to my nipples. Titling my head back, I fist my hands through his hair. Enjoying the wonders he works with his hot mouth. But something seems strange. Calhoun's hair is surprisingly growing long the more I pull it. And then it changes into a dark brown, wavy long hair. Anxious and panicky, my hands slide down to grab his ark. "Calhoun, something is wrong," I try to gently pull him away from me. But he's not allowing it, instead

Lola opted for silence, gracefully indulging in a steaming hot bath, while Caesar refrained from lingering in her chamber. Perhaps the haughty General Caesar disdained to linger too long in a room belonging to someone of Asti lineage, or perhaps he was indeed a gentleman. Lola, however, paid little heed to such matters. Her hair, naturally curly and a rich shade of brown, had been cropped short, resulting in a voluminous, unmanageable mop that sprouted tufts in every direction. Despite her meticulous efforts with a hairdryer, Lola failed to tame the rebellious hair, conceding that she lacked the finesse required for such tasks.

Cailean sank his teeth into my thumb causing me to hiss from the surprise. "You are a hungry little bugger," I grinned at my content pup. Fine black strands of hair were starting to sprout from his round head. "I'm glad we took him, Gallum would have known he wasn't his when his hair started growing. Atlas turned and glanced down at my boy.

Callan sat on the floor while she sat on the bed. “Your hair is very long, '' she said, looking at the length. His hair was almost reaching his waist. “I have never cut it before,” he said. No wonder it is this long and thick. She used her air element to dry his hair. Callan could feel the warm hair, he looked up. “You have powers?” he asked, shocked.

Caitlin’s shoulder length hair was tucked up under her cap; the half-Japanese Stacie’s smooth black ponytail hung almost to her waist and was rapidly collecting a dusting of slow-melting snowflakes. Cali’s outfit, of course, was more unusual. She wore a pair of shiny pink ski pants and a gray jacket with pink accents around the pockets. Atop her head was a hat that had to be seen to be believed. It was a funky brown fur thing, complete with a leather chin strap and a pair of ears sticking up from the top that resembled wolf ears. The edges of both ears were torn and ragged, making it look like some wild animal had gnawed on them. Furry flaps covered both her ears. Every time Leesa saw Cali i