Miss Orland smiled and reached into the ice coffin, touching her student's cheek, her fingers brushing past her lips:
"My student really doesn't make things easy for me. When the blizzard turned into black snow, we were outside looking for other entrances to the library. I had erected a barrier to shield us from the black snowflakes, but she just had to wag her tail..."
The smile on her face became more pronounced:
"Shard, when I open a barrier, I certainly don't account for the length of a tail."
This description was quite vivid.
Miss Orland slapped her forehead, sighing over her apprentice's troublesome nature. Miss Samuel, who wore round glasses, laughed and extended her hand to pick up the seemingly limp tail, pointing to a black spot at the tip:
