Pallas walked down the hall at a brisk pace. With each clack made by her heels against the ground, sparks flew from the marble tile skyward. Her hair surged toward the halls, an unruly fire seeking kindling. Lips pursed, and fists clenched, she made her way to the Dean’s office, dragging a rather large carcass behind her
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What a delight! I love this characterization, "He scratched his three beards, and clouds emanated as he scratched. The clouds rained on his desk as they came closer to Pallas, whose hair swatted at them like they were flies."
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Sorry, that got rather long.
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This sounds very much like what Draxys said their school was NOT about. Or perhaps that's one of the reasons she doesn't want the position.
I have a weakness for those whose hair sets itself on fire now and then. :)
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