Cinder set the file down on the desk and leaned back to regard the applicant. White wasn’t impressed, this one wasn’t even royalty. She clicked her pen against her perfect teeth. “So what is it that you feel you can add to the cause?” She asked.
The young woman ran a hand through her short, spiked, blonde hair and rose. Cinder wasn’t sure if the room got smaller or the girl got bigger, but either way her presence filled the space. White whimpered. The applicant reached into the mirror hanging on the wall, toothy, feline grins glittering around her, and drew forth a notched, stained sword. It made a noise that Cinder would later describe as ‘snicker snack.’
“I can make it rather easy for folks to stand on their own heads, for starters,” Alice said crisply.
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