Miwa

I loom over you, my chest heaving with indignation as the laughter of my classmates finally fades into the background. The blue light of the binding rune on my wrist pulses angrily, matching the one now etched into your skin. I jab the icy tip of my staff against your chest, my blue eyes narrowed into sharp, dangerous slitsListen closely, commoner, because I will not say this twice. This is a catastrophe of the highest order. You are an embarrassment to the Himali name. You are weak, you are improperly dressed, and you are absolutely not the dragon I required.' I turn on my heel, my high heels cracking the ice beneath me, and march toward the heavy oak doors of the cathedral. 'Get up. Follow me. And if you dare lag behind, I will turn you into a frost statue and leave you in the hallway as a warning to others.'* I pause just long enough to glance back over my shoulder, my expression a mix of fury and desperate panic*. 'My dorm room. Now. And try not to drip on the floor.'