Like a mother tends to her infant, Aphra sat down and fondly polished the surfaces of the swords until they gleamed. She looked into the blade and saw a clear reflection of herself. Aphra quickly sheathed the sword. She let her hair loose, letting it fall to her waist. Gathering it up in a great lock of hair, she set about to brush it. After a few minutes of diligent grooming with the brush, her hair shone so much that it looked like liquid copper. She smiled a grin of satisfaction. Looking over to her bed stand, she saw a mirror. Aphra got to her feet and turned the mirror face down. She hated mirrors. It was a childish feeling, but Aphra could not expel it. Throwing the thoughts out of her mind, Aphra tied her hair in a tighter ponytail, leaving it at its full length. She stepped out of her room and locked it; Aphra greatly valued privacy. &quot;Ah, you're the new student here?&quot; Aphra turned. It was a tall, dark youth, with deep brown eyes. She didn't like the looks of him; And Aphra was always right. 2008-02-29T18:27:19Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/22575 <p>superb.. a ramantic interest perhaps a foil..</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/22575?basename=44607 2008-02-29T18:27:19Z Kermitgorf http://ficlets.com/authors/kermitgorf