Enya woke up just as the sun began to rise. She laid sprawled out in her bed with her sheets crumpled down near her feet, and her comforter flopped off the side of her bed. She had always been a rather restless sleeper. At least that is what her grandmother always told her. She never had trouble falling or staying asleep, but apparently she tossed and turned a lot. She normally woke up with her blankets just as they were now, everywhere but covering her. She laid in her bed as she watched dust dance around in the beams of morning light that were slicing through her window-blinds.
She had nothing to do today, nothing at all. Slowly sitting up she swung her legs off the side of the bed and touched her toes to the cold floor. She looked around her room, as she stretched her arms into the air. This place had been her home for the past three years now. The room was decorated in her typical eclectic style, and was borderline cluttered. Every surface had something on it: old books, tubes of paint, mugs holding brushes, canvases leaning on the walls, jars of beads, chunks of crystals, intricately carved rocks, bundles of dried flowers, origami butterflies, packets of incense, waxy candles, jewelry, and other nick-knacks littered the place. Her room was clean and organized by her standards, but to others they might see it as disorganized and smothered in random things.
Her
gown from the ball last week was still in a heap on the floor next to her dresser. She hand't been there for all the craziness that happened that night. Instead she had been running through the forest on the other side of campus. Nighttime runs in her wolf form where a favorite of hers. The time had slipped away, and by the time she was dressed and ready for the ball it was basically all over. There was no music or students in sight when she walked into the auditorium. All that was there was staff cleaning up broken glass, and turning off the magic that had been used to make the place into a glistening ballroom fit for fairyland.
The events of that night were still the main topic of conversation among the students. The morning after the ball Enya's roommate, a witch named
Pippa Thisbe had told her all about what she had missed. Apparently it had been marvelous before the dragon fiasco that ended it. Formal parties and fancy dress had never really been Enya's thing, and though the night sounded interesting, she didn't really care that she missed it. She just took a long daydream filled walk back to her dorm, tossed off her dress and went to sleep.
Getting out of bed she walked into the bathroom. Streaks and smudges of paint from last night covered her from fingers to elbow. She had spent over five hours just painting away, until she eventually fell into bed and went to sleep. She let the claw-foot tub fill with steaming hot water, as she poured in some woodsy smelling bath oils. The scents of sandalwood, sweet almonds, and cedar filled the room. She stepped into the bath and lowered herself down in the hot water. Enya let it fill to the very rim of the tub before she turned the faucet off. She leaned her head back and relaxed in the deep fragrant water.
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About an hour later she finally drained the bath tub, and dried herself off. Wrapping herself in a towel she went back to her room and sat down on the edge of her bed. Her hair dripped cold water droplets down her back and shoulders, as she contemplated what to wear today. She would choose to go naked all the time if she could, but sadly social norms called for clothing. Her wardrobe consisted mainly of loose flowy dresses, that where easy to take on and off in one motion. She had torn enough clothes when she was leaning how to control her shifting, that this had become her preferred style even after she could control herself. She also only owned one bra and two pairs of underwear, as she never wore them anyway. After a few minuet of just staring at the clothes hanging in her closet she opted for a long sleeve blue dress.
She pulled the dress on over her head, and then bent over to put on her shoes. Atop her dresser was a pretty box full of rings. She opened it up and slipped on the first four she grabbed, and of course the one she always wore too. It was made from white gold, and stamped with a tree that said '
Fidelity in Absence' in french above it, it was one of her few priceless possessions. A family heirloom of sorts, her aunt had given the
pyrrha to her when she was thirteen, only a few days before her aunt left the pack forever. Interestingly enough, Enya had basically followed in her aunt's footsteps five years later, and left the pack to. That had been three years ago.
After putting on a long necklace and fixing her hair into a braided bun, she was
dressed for the day. She spritzed some lavender body oil onto her neck, and rubbed a few drops into her elbows and legs. Grabbing her purse she headed out the door and left the girls dorms, hoping to catch some breakfast at the nearby cafe.
As she walked she dicided to cut through the school garden as a short cut. The smell of a million different flowers filled her sensitive nose, but there was also a distinctive smell of something similar to smokey fire. That's when she saw him up ahead in the gardens. The dragon that everyone was talking about. His name was something like Sullivan, Sylvester or Skelly something.
The cafe breakfast was always good and she was really craving some peppermint tea, and a blueberry scone. She could hear the birds twittering about and it was a rather nice day out in her opinion. Though the only weather she didn't like was hot humid kind. Rain, snow, hot, cold, basically anything else was fine with her.