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The wind whipped Dash's hair into his face, and he tried to push it back but it wouldn't stay.  The wind seemed to have fingers that pulled at him and fingered his coat and reached into the holes to make him shiver.  Dash shifted from foot to foot, trying to move his blood back into his toes, but it was no good.  The temperature had definitely dropped and there was no warming until the ceremony was over.  Dash found his mind drifting and he forced it back to his task.  As apprentice, he stood with the ash wood staff and wished on his bones that he wouldn't have to use it.