Pushing the long locks of brilliant white hair back with one hand as she rose, she fumbled nonchalantly inside the long heavy duster she wore, its rumpled appearance indicating she had slept in it. From the depths of its folds, she pulled a worn looking hairbrush, and went about trying to brush the sticky red from her hair, wandering around in search of wood as an afterthought.
A few minutes later she gave up, pocketed the brush and kicked some wood onto the pile of ashes, veritably burying the remnants of the fire. Crouching down, she clenched and unclenched her right hand several times, a silvery tint rising to the surface each time. Palm open towards the wood, she gave a shudder of tremendous effort, and the wood began to smoke and finally burst into flame.