Ral - Electrical hair sylist

          Later arrived, as it tends to do, with depressing haste.

          "I know what I'm worried about," Ral said. They were in the bedroom, and he was pacing in front of the broad window. Lightning flashed on the horizon, connecting some tower to the sky for a moment, and Ral raised his hands and let an answer crackling walk across his knuckles. He ran one hand through his sweat-damped hair and let a crackle of electricity restore its frizz. "What's eating you?"

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The Gathering Storm, Chapter 13