Talk:Saphir Molsen/@comment-3971001-20140625161224/@comment-10525859-20140625161836

After having taken a quick Greek Myth class with her siblings, she was walking in the direction of her rightful cabin, wanting to be alone as soon as possible. She wore an outfit reassembling the one in her word bubble's picture, the only difference being that there wasn't any collar and that the shirt had a navy tint. Her gaze was set upon her hand, on which was resting a circular halo of ice that she had conjured in a matter of seconds. With her complete attention fixed on these little specks of snow, she wasn't aware of where she was heading.}}