<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/p7uOZ6q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chevis the Chic<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Books.  Books!<br/><br/>Chevis has never been the greatest fan of books, truthfully.  It was a sour relationship that started when he was a young boy and he had tried to helpfully provide a face-lift to the dingy old books in his mother’s library: their boring and smelly covers were sure to be the latest of fashion trends once transformed in his capable hands.  Sure, he got a bit confused as to which pages belonged to each tome as he pulled them from their spines and scattered them about, determining proper color palettes for each.  There was no cause to punish him; though the contents were perhaps jumbled with many a glued-together page, the newly-minted covers of her books were all divine palettes.  She should have thanked him: as any true sage knows, it is what is on the outside that matters!<br/><br/>Nonetheless, Hexville was woefully embroiled in drama about some fuddy-duddy book.  Chevis – as he often liked to remind others – was a slave to fashion, and the new fashion was clearly books.  Consequently, he was a slave to the trend, no matter how deep his scars ran from a previous run-in with a dreaded book!  Such was the life of a martyr-slash-artist-slash-savior.<br/><br/>As fortune would have it, he had already prepared eight of his best salmon dresses for a planned University fashion show.  (Yes, yes, they were certainly not some boring salmon color; no, no, no these were avant-garde dresses made out of fishnet and flipping, flopping, flouncing salmon!)  He had, after all, believed that the young (and beautiful!) most appreciated his work.  He did realize, after all, that he was quite young (and extremely beautiful!) himself, so that there was much in common between him and the students!<br/><br/>He had set up a stage in the middle of campus, being sure to provide a complementary VIP seat and swag-bag filled with multi-colored ribbons, ‘proud to be a fish-out-of-water’ pins, and salmon-head earrings for the fine press writer.<br/><br/><strong>”Ladies, gentleman, non-binary others, bearers of hermaphrodism, rejecters of all gender labels, and all those who realize FASHION comes before gender regardless,”</strong>Chevis waved his hands in flamboyant encouragement.<strong>I present to you, not only fantastically fishy fashion straight from our own troubled docks, but an accessory of the moment!  I call it: A Grimoire for your Armoire!!!!”</strong><br/><br/>And the student-slash-models emerged with his trusty tailor-slash-model…. slash-minion.<br/><br/><strong>“Lorenza used to worry about studying, strutting, and looking fashionable at once, but no more!”</strong>And there her radiance was.  She was a spritely sprite spirit… with spirit, proudly walking the runway.  She wore her salmon dress swimmingly!  Now, though, decked upon her head were ‘glasses’ made from torn-up textbooks, folded and sealed in origami fashion.  Being a serious student, the most important passages for her exams were placed right before her eyes, so she could study them at all times as she walked.  This, of course, meant that the ‘glasses’ were completely opaque, and that the spirited spritely sprite spirit could not see a thing but the glued and folded words in front of her.<br/><br/>It was debilitating, yes.  It was F-A-S-H-I-O-N.<br/><br/>Soon a dryad joined her, clad in a similar salmon gown.  This gown was a more elegant evening look, with some of the salmons' flipping tails smacking the cat… fish?.. walk… the<em>catfishwalk</em>as she passed.  She too, had texts torn and shaped into a pair of appropriately cat-eyed glasses.  Oh, she could not see in front of her, but she could see the words (probably?) in front of her eyes.  She was radiant, and clearly being well-educated with such functional fashion!<br/><br/>She also stumbled and tripped over poor Lorenza, but together they were able to slowly work across the stage by feeling out the path with their hands.  Holding on to each other, they flailed down the aisle while only tripping every couple of steps.  It was magical.  The scent of the dresses was truly magical.<br/><br/>Eight.  Eight beauties came out in all, each bearing a uniquely designed salmon dress, and blinded by the sheer power of learning that came from their textbook glasses.<br/><br/>Chevis was pleased.  He collected the money offered for dresses and used it to buy more salmon from the docks.  He surely would make more dresses from what he imagined must truly be a demanding list of orders.  (He didn’t bother to actually be so banal as to look at the order list, after all, he just knew these things!  Honestly, he was starting to accept that he was probably psychic among so many other of his countless talents, gifts, his humility, and his radiant appearance….)<br/><br/>Regardless: Another group was saved by his wisdom, oh but there was always more to do…<br/>