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Writer's pictureBlaise Navarro

The Beauty of Her Hair

Updated: Dec 28, 2023

I was deep in meditation when suddenly I was aware of someone sitting on my chest. The Adventurer had come to me and pulled me from meditation into a flight. I climbed upon his back and rode with him over forests and mountains. We began to cross the ocean and midway along the voyage he suddenly dove into the icy waters.


Down we traveled deep below the waves. Sunlight faded and darkness closed in. I was not afraid of this darkness for it was cool and inviting. I found comfort in the coolness around me and the warmth from the fur on my companion’s back. Still down we continued.


A cape open leered at me with soft twinkling lights around the opening’s edges. Like a group of tiny stars trapped deep beneath the water. We entered the cave and I found myself in a room much like that of a professor of old. Papers and scrolls were strewn about the floor haphazardly. I climbed down carefully from my perch and the Adventurer returned to his normal size. There was a large desk crowded with missives and ink pots and quills.


A large map of the world was plastered upon the back wall. And a shapely beautiful woman ran frantically from one side of the map to the next. Her skin was dark and shimmered like clouds with lightning streaking through them. Her hair was blue and the style…it changed. As she touched a point of the map, her hair morphed from long and straight to wavy and wild. She touched another point on the map and again her hair changed. This time it became fluffy and raised to the top of her head. Again she touched the map and her hair became wispy and bouncy.


This continued and I watched, amazed at how lithe she seemed no matter how frantically she worked.


She noticed me and did a double take.


“Oh great! A man has come to my home. If you can’t tell I am a little busy at the moment, tell me what you want and I’ll see what I can do,” she said.


“Umm…” was all I could utter.


“What do you mean, ‘Umm?’ Tell me what you want and be quick about it.”


“I…I don’t want anything…”


“What?! That’s a new one for me! Let me guess, it's raining where you live, and you want it to stop?” As she asked this her hair became frizzy and hung like a wool blanket upon her back while she touched a point on the map.


“No. It actually hasn’t rained for a while where I live.”


“Oh, so that’s it. You want me to send some rain your way?”

“No, not really.”


“You’re starting to bother me a bit, human. If you don’t want rain or to stop rain why are you here? Hmmm…I smell swamp on you. Fog! You want me to roll back the fog!”


“Uhh..” I looked to the Adventurer and he got the message. Quick as a flash he jumped onto the desk knocking over scrolls and ink wells.


“I didn’t bring him here to ask you FOR anything,” the Adventurer said. “I brought him here 'cause he needs more friends from the natural world.”


She paused and for the first time, she turned her whole body to face us. She looked me up and down before looking at the Adventurer.


I had not noticed the pressure of her growing ire until it moved from me and settled upon the Adventurer. She glowered at him as she gritted her teeth and said, “You brought him here unannounced to me first! Do you not realize how much we are having to deal with right now?! This is the worst time to ever…”


“This was the best time to ever bring him here,” the Adventurer interjected. “He got to see how it really is for you and your sisters. He got to see how important your work is. He got to see you at the worst time for you so he can respect you more when he comes again.”


Her face softened. Her hair had built into the very shape of a hurricane as she angrily snapped at him. It uncoiled and softened as well into beautiful rolling waves. Taken aback from his retort she leaned back and adjusted her demeanor.


Her voice, raspy and tight before, came through now soft and velvety.


“Look, we are all very busy right now. I see that I was wrong to have that judgment from the start. I cannot remember the last human in my domain who wasn’t coming to ask me for something. Come back tomorrow and we can talk.”


The Adventurer nodded and as he hopped off the desk grew to his rideable size again. “Com’on get up there. We’ll come back tomorrow.” I started to protest but quickly realized this would have been in bad taste. On his back, I rode for my return. I fell asleep shortly after settling back in with myself. The next day I waited excitedly to get home from work and revisit the cavern.


I lay down that night and went again into meditation. Again I was brought from meditation to flight as the Adventurer plopped down on my chest. We rode back the way we had the previous night. As we entered the cave I found it cleaned and brightened.


She was sitting this time in a deep sea green armchair behind the desk. Her hair fell in soft curls that framed her face. Steam rose from three cups on the desk. I saw a chair for me and sat on what felt as soft as a cloud. A cushion was on the desk for the Adventure. She gestured to the steaming cup and I sipped gingerly at a delicate tea. Notes of citrus and hibiscus with a hint of mint caressed my taste buds. And it smelled of fresh rain that had just passed through.


“Well,” she started, “I guess we got off on the wrong foot last night. It has been such a long time that a man has come to me with an offer of friendship rather than a request.”


“He mentioned your sisters,” I started as I looked at the Adventurer. “Who are you?”


“We are of the rain. We do not normally take on names or we may stray from our duties. But all the waters of the sky are our duty to send and take away. Some have called us nymphs while others deem us as sprites. But simply, we are the rains.”


“Are you always as busy as you were last night?” I inquired.


“No, we usually have our orders and can see them through pretty easily. Right now we are trying to restore balance in the waters.”


“But what caused the imbalance that has made you so busy?”


“I looked into where you live before you came back. It's strange that you would come not even thinking to request rain considering how low your home’s major river has been. Why did you not think to do that?”


“Well…I thought there must be some reason for it. So I decided to not intercede and let nature run its course.”

“Hmmm…young…not only in body but also in soul. And yet wiser than those who have walked the earth many times before you were brought. You are right there was a reason. Mankind was the reason. There was a terrible amount of pollution from a chemical dumped by one of your many factories. We had to hold off the waters of the sky to let the waters of the river slow. That way the chemicals would not flow out into the seas and oceans. We had to contain it long enough to let it settle into the riverbeds close to the source. To sink deep enough into the earth and not destroy life indiscriminately.”


“Where was this? When was this?” I asked as I felt anger swirl and churn in my stomach.


“It doesn’t matter anymore. We took care of it already. Your governments do a fine job of keeping you all in the dark. But the further you go along your path the more you will begin to see beyond their curtains. Drink some more of the tea. It will calm the boiling sea in your stomach.”


I sipped at the cooling liquid and as she said I found comfort in it.


We continued to talk for some time after this. She asked me for stories of my flights. Her hair changed at each of the stories giving away how she felt about it. Eventually came the time to depart. She walked from around the table and hugged me tightly but softly. I thanked her for her time and the Adventurer and I departed.


She has visited me since and many times at that. And every time I hear the rain I go outside to feel the sprinkling of it and remind myself of those nights.

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