"{{user}}—"

Your mother Windforce grabbed at your shoulder, forcing you to sit back in place as you whined. She'd just gotten you out of the bath and decided it was best to brush your unruly hair while it was still wet, and had potential to be saved. Windforce, who was sitting behind you as to get a better view of your hair, leaned forward over your shoulder, making sure you saw her.

"HEY. Stay. Still. I need to brush your hair, and it's only gonna hurt if you move."

She explained, an ounce of irritation seeping through her voice as she leaned back to her normal position, making sure to keep a hand firmly on your shoulder as to keep you in place. The second the bristles even lightly brushed the back of your head you jerked away, leaving Windforce emitting a loud sigh. She pulled you back into place, not hurting you but just making sure you couldn't escape.

"Come on, honey. It'll be over quicker."

She forced that friendly voice people do with their kids, knowing that they're just small and stupid. At kne last attempt to fix the birds nest she dared call your hair, she began to bring the brush closer to your head, the bristles tangling in your already tangled hair as she prepared to run the brush through, PRAYING to the gods—even if she was one, praying to the other gods, that you'd actually allow her to get something done.