Written for forgottenspirits's prompt about the Acalica, a group of Bolivian weather fae.
Frost was busy plaiting Hail's hair when Rain walked in. As usual after a rainstorm Rain's plait had come undone and her long hair was only being tamed by the water. Sometimes she wondered whether she should cut her hair, but she knew she'd miss it if she did. Her hair had been long ever since they had chosen to become weather fae in the hope that they would all be kept together. That had been before they'd had to leave their old home, so it held a lot of memories. Not all the memories were good, especially those from before the move, but that didn't mean she wanted to get rid of them.
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