[P] Taming this should be simple, right?
#1
Honey loved her family, and now she could be of more help around the home. She had hands. HANDS!!! It was still something she was marveling at and she would often look at them in open wonder. She was still getting used to them a bit, the way she could move her fingers and wrists. The way she could hold things and carry them now, though she had used her mouth a few times still when she forgot that her hands could do the same thing. Her hands weren't the only new wonder to her life. She also had feet and legs now. Not that she didn't have legs before, but they were different now! They moved in new ways and sometimes she felt a bit unsteady on them, but in the long run she was using them as much as she was allowed to. Right now, she was sitting at the homestead of the Perrin Du Lac's, playing with her new mop of hair and wondering if she could tie it up or not. 

Thankfully, her papa was nearby, and he always knew what to do with her aunt's hair, so he must know what to do with the new mop of curls that Honey had now. "Papa, can you pull it back? Is it long enough??" Moving, she went closer to her elder, and looked at him imploringly. Of course, she didn't mind it that much, she had not tried to tame it yet, just running around with it hanging wild. Still...stuff got stuck in there often, giving the whole household a mess to try and untangle. It was starting to get just frustrating enough that the idea of pulling it back came upon her, and maybe it would lessen the amount of junk she carried back with her at the end of the day. 

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I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky-Queen
#2
(300+)

As the winter rolled in, he found himself spending more and more time in their hut. It was a tiny shack in the swamp, but it was cozy enough, especially now with more bodies around to keep the heat locked in.
Bugaboo was nearly constantly cooking something up, either stews to fill the hungry bellies of the growing pups that roamed about, or some sort of hot cider to sustain the adults' tolerable demeanor.

Sugabear himself still had his morning mug of tea, spending extra time around the fire as he brewed his beverage or worked on his candle making. Thinking about it now, he figured he could be a help to the other Ashen if he offered candles out, perhaps in exchange for herbs that were difficult to gather himself or for snacks to save trips out in the cold.
He could benefit from a new cloak, or perhaps an outfit of clothes as much as he detested the idea of dressing up.

He was taken from his thoughts of trade, however, when he heard the voice of his daughter call out to him.
Hm? Oui? The healer turned to see what Honeychile was referring to, smiling softly as she struggled combing her fingers through her curly locks.

Ah, I can help ya wid dat. Sugabear reassured her with a smile, setting down the warm cup of chamomile tea in his hands in search of something else.
Now, where did ah put dat... He muttered, his voice trailing off at the end of his thought. He could simply pull the child's hair back as requested, but he knew how best to treat it, especially in the winter when the chill could do damage to Honey's golden mane..

Looking through a cabinet, the coywolf grabbed up a jar filled with a yellow-tinted substance and let out a soft sound of excitement. Ha! He'a t'is. He exclaimed with a nod, before taking off the tin cap and dipping his fingered into the solid balm of sorts.
Alright, now, come 'er. He motioned with salve-coated fingers, urging his daughter toward him, Lemme fix dat mess of ha' up for ya.
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Lover indeed they have covered with weeds
↞ My body but my soul remains 
So play louder, and faster, and stronger
Make this soil break
#3
Honey beamed and was quick to obey her papa's words. Though she did wiggle a bit as she settled where he had wanted her to. Though it was not a new concept for her father to help her, this was the first time that he would be messing with her hair for a different purpose. She was curious about the yellow-tinted concoction that her papa had brought over and sniffed the air to see if it had any specific scent. Unable to place it herself, she did the best to stay still while also giving into her curiousity. "What is that papa?" 

It didn't hurt to ask right? Also, she was always willing to learn more about what her papa and mama did when it came to tasks. One day she would have to find something that she liked doing, but she was assured that for now that she was too young to take up the mantle of having a job. That didn't mean she couldn't learn though, and maybe decide what she might like to do for when she was allowed to explore such things. So, she was eager to ask, and just as eager to listen, even if it was sometimes something boring. 

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I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky-Queen
#4
(300+)

He chuckled softly at her enthusiasm, always an easily excitable child with a unquenchable thirst for adventure. She was curious, always needing answers no matter what form they came in. That, the Perrin du Lac father surmised, must have been a trait inherited from her mother, who also was unsatisfied with mere curiosity alone.
Sugabear wasn't uninterested, and in fact did his own fill of research and wondering, but he was subtle in his investigations, and was sure not to go too far out of his way to reach a conclusion.

He was, however, more than happy to indulge in his daughter's inquisitive nature. Dis... He said, muttering some under his breath as he focused on smoothing the substance through a strand of her curls, Is beeswax. He answered plainly, before dipping his fingers in once more and rubbing the salve in his palms to warm it up.

It was too thick to work with as it was, but after adding friction with the movement between his digits, the wax would warm up and become more pliable. Then, he separated her unruly curls into even strands, coating them in a thin layer of the stuff that would help not only shape and define her strands, but offer them protection from breaking in the dry, chilly wind of winter.

Once we gotta nice coat in, we can fix it up nice an' neat if ya want. The Prince said with another nod, stilling focusing on the distribution of the salve through Honey's hair. He paused after a short moment, offering the tin toward his daughter. Wanna give it a try? Jus' take some, roll it 'tween yer fingehs, an' run it oveh a bit. He explained with a smile, eager to teach his beloved offspring ways to properly care for themselves.
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Lover indeed they have covered with weeds
↞ My body but my soul remains 
So play louder, and faster, and stronger
Make this soil break
#5
Honey blinked in slight surprise. Beeswax? She hadn't known you could even use that in hair! When her papa offered her the jar, she took a bit and rubbed it between her fingers as he had instructed. It didn't feel the same as honey, though she knew it came from the same source. Puzzling over the difference, she slowly applied it to some of the hair she could reach. She kept an eye on her work and noticed how it seemed to make her hair shine, and it certainly softened her curls a bit. With a soft sound of wonder she wagged her tail and took a bit more. 

The young girl started to diligently work on the bits of hair she could reach, getting more excited as she saw how her hair seemed to change right under her fingertips. She knew deep down that it wasn't truly changing, that the beeswax was making it softer and slightly shinier. Yet it was still amazing to see how it worked, to actually put it in her hair herself and feel the difference as it was applied. Honey could bet it would wash out well enough too, or her papa wouldn't be as likely to use it. Using such a simple thing...it made her wonder what else in the world had more uses then she could guess at. 

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I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky-Queen
#6
(300+)

Offering her the jar seemed not only to satisfy her welcomed curiosity, but it assisted the healer with his job as well, having her distribute the beeswax through the front and side portions of her hair that she could work through and watch with her eyes filled with wonder.
He gave off a soft chuckle as he applied the ointment to the rest of her curls with experienced ease, using the same salve on his own locs to keep them moisturized and protected from outside factors, as well as combing the stuff through his sister's curls while she sat and prepared meals for the small family.

Honey's hair was a bit different than that of his and Boo's, a little in texture and in the intensity of her curls. It was a perfect blend of Sugabear and the former Priestess' manes, unique and characteristic of the witchy kin.
Perhaps as she grew older, she might try protective styles, pleats of some sort or wraps to keep her wild locks free from view. The Prince couldn't help but feel eager to experiment with a texture unlike that that he was used to, working his clay-coloured digits through his daughter's honey-golden curls.

She's certainly grown into a precious looking young woman. Honeychile had her father's muddy coat, her mother's feminine charm, and a wildness that came from the both of them. They suited her inquisitiveness well, and Sugabear only hoped that she wouldn't have any trouble finding an outlet for her enthusiasm. She already showed a promising thirst for knowledge, something the coywolf was more than willing to help with.

But, there was still time for her to enjoy just being young. There was no pressure from him to learn anything in particular, outside of courses on reading and writing that he offered to his offspring.
When it all came down to it, while he wished they would be as interested in research and the practice of Voodoo as he was, there was no forcing them to follow in their father's footsteps; they were their own beings, and free to do whatever they found fit their needs.

Watching as Honey rubbed more beeswax through her hair, though, the Perrin du Lac father realized he didn't have much to worry about now, and laughed softly once more in admiration of her innocence.
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Lover indeed they have covered with weeds
↞ My body but my soul remains 
So play louder, and faster, and stronger
Make this soil break


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