[h2][center][color=00aeef]Marshall Narquis[/color][/center][/h2]

It was a talented group they had this year. None of them seemed to have significant trouble with the geysers, a few scalding burns here and there as punishment for being presumptuous, but nothing serious enough to demand withdrawal from the course. The glacier, however, would be much more demanding. It was a wall in both a literal and metaphorical sense, and it gave every student pause. In all truthfulness, it wouldn't have surprised him if a few of them threw in the towel then and there- but none did. In fact, each one of them took their time and came up with a solution. 

That did not mean, however, that they were without their shortcomings. Marshall had helped insist that the other teachers leave the spoiled little princess be after her brief dive, worried that an intervention would prevent her from learning and also generate more ire toward the Academy. [color=00aeef]"Three minutes,"[/color] he told them, [color=00aeef]"If she's not moving again in three minutes, I'll go get her."[/color] Mercifully, she had roused herself before then, and was now back at it- albeit with an unorthodox method that he was sure would put undo strain on her body. It would be her method, however, and that was arguably the most important factor of the test.

The same could not be said for ShiZhen. The smart little lass had put her mind to work as well as her element, and with chemistry bent to be her ally any lack of elemental force was made nearly irrelevant. However, she was struggling and beginning to falter so close to her goal. More to the point, she was permitting herself to lull into a sleep. A sleep that, if left alone for too long, could well become permanent. Testing the students with difficult problems that demanded creative solutions was the intent; giving them hypothermia was not. So, Marshall cracked his knuckles, furrowed his brow, and put his innate precision to work.

ShiZhen would shortly begin to feel a small series of water droplets land on the bridge of her nose. Marshall engineered them to conjure and fall in a consistent pattern, wanting to wake her quickly but not suddenly, and kept them about at room temperature so they wouldn't merely blend with the cold. [color=00aeef]"Come come now, Miss Fang,"[/color] he said to himself beneath his breath as he focused on his droplets, [color=00aeef]"You're nearly there, let's not have you retire now..."[/color]

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