This had to happen, Cien thought, as he stared out the window. He pulled on his long hair as minutes ticked by. He watched the white strands fall to the floor one after the other. He groaned, dropping his hand to his side. He hid his fingers in the folds of his voluminous robe. Ever since he was young when he was stressed, he pulled out his hair. It was a bad habit of his. He should have outgrown it by now. He has mastered so much in his life, more than any other fairy alive. But it was difficult for him not to torture himself by pulling out his hair when he was stressed. He reached for his hair, unable to resist. He pulled, ripping the strands from his head. He let them fall to the floor. He hissed, irritated with himself. But he had a good reason why he was stressed out though.
Cien tu
