White covers piled high on a soft blue bed, a mass in the middle of them the long golden hair falling off the edge. A small pink-white bunny wrapped in the figures porcelain white arms, it’s onyx eyes staring, unmoving, the pink heart shaped nose stuck out on its face. The pale, slender figure stirred under the mountain of blankets groaning. Eyes fluttering open, she shoved her head under the covers kicking her feet.
“Nooo… Not already morning….” Her soft, tired voice croaked out. Holding the bunny tighter in her arms, more stirring under the covers was seen. Knowing her fate, Ambrosia poked her head from the covers and hissed at the sun streaming through the room. Finally, she began to peel away from her blankets rising out of bed and giving a stretch. She wore a silvery, silky nightgown with bows on the straps that fell off her shoulders. Giving a glance around the room, Ambrosia noticed that her roommate did not come home, again, last night. Not that she really cared, she was a bit of a pain in the ass anyways, Demanding that her pastel colours made her brain hurt or something of the sort.
Ambrosia slung her legs off the bed, the bags under her eyes worse than normal, as if she hadn’t been able to sleep for ten days straight. Even if this was not the case, it was the only unsightly part on her unblemished skin. Holding onto the stuffed animal’s hand, she hopped out of bed, the long, blonde, locks close to touching the hardwood floor. Her lip curled in the direction of the uniform the school had them wear. The black jacket with silver lining, and either black slacks or a black skirt with that white undershirt. She was pale as it stands, but this really made her look like a vampyr. Though she had the chance to add a bit extra to her uniform. The jacket had a small pink bunny pin on the upper right hand side, and the skirt had a bit of white tulle underneath. Nothing major, but her own personal touches.
Padding around her room, she sluggishly made her way to the bathroom to get ready for the day to come. It wasn’t long for her to finish up her basic routine. That was until Ambrosia was met with a formidable foe. The streams of gold that ran down her face and to her calves, a soft, heavy mess of long curls. Rarely did she brush it, but it was a horrible process to get it up into her signature twin tails look. Battling with it, she shook her head out and attacked it from the top with a brush to get it parted correctly all while leaving out enough to string down her cheeks and rest on her neck. The bangs were the easiest part, cut slightly straight across her forehead with a minor curve. Ambrosia blessed her hair dresser for that.
A full five minutes later, her hair was up in two pink hair ties on either side of her head and flowed down to her knees. The room was covered with stray golden hairs and it was a bit of a mess. All Ambrosia could do was shrug, it was a battle to get it to do what she wanted anyways. There had to be casualties somewhere along the way and so if her roommate’s nail polish were to be spilled then so be it. One final touch, then she would be able to leave. Ambrosia walked over to a box sitting on her night stand. It was a cotton candy pink colour with a lavender ribbon on the rim. Removing the lid sitting inside was a bright pink staff on a chain set atop a fluff of cotton. Placing it around her neck, Ambrosia gave a twirl to look at herself in the mirror. A person could only look so cute in such a boring uniform, but it was fine.
Ambrosia paced around the room, unsure of what she needed to do. It was a while before her class, as she didn’t really have one until a bit later. With a mild shrug, she walked over to her bed and began fiddling with the mess of blankets on her bed in attempts to make it. The bunny had made its way onto her night stand, though it wasn’t the only thing she seemed to sleep with. Shaking out the covers a blade and another smaller stuffed animal fell onto the ground with a clatter. It was a small blade with a black handle and the metal was sharpened all while being slightly stained a rustic brown colour on the tip. Giving a sigh, Ambrosia picked up the knife and placed it on the stand, not really paying any mind to the stuffed owl on the ground. It wasn’t much, but it was a blade Ambrosia’s father gave her. To remind her to keep her cool, is what she guessed at least. Not like she really cared about whether or not she lost her cool but apparently her family did.
Shaking away her thoughts, she simply continued to make her bed. Ambrosia knew better than to merely using her magic willy-nilly but she also knew that she could easily strike down anyone who dare get in her way. Ambrosia believed this to be a simple fact rather than just her ego speaking. Nor did she think she had that much of a god complex. It was something she always thought to be true, knowing full well that she had everyone topped. Granted it hurt like hell and the Candy Magic wasn’t at a point she would consider to be on par with her other stuff, she at least knew that she wouldn’t necessarily be on the bottom of the food chain if it came down to it.
At last, her bed was made and the room was cleaned from her battle with her hair and Ambrosia was finally ready to leave the blasted room. It was making her feel slightly boxed in and she enjoyed her freedom, her space. At last, she made her way from her room and out into the open. She hadn’t really planned her day out, she knew she had a few classes later in the day, but nothing real major in the morning. The teachers enjoyed her, other students were friendly with her and so most of the time she didn’t really need to do much in the classes she was in.
Outside now, she made small chatter with some other students whom she really paid no mind to. They had called out to her so being polite was the only thing she knew how to do. The usual “Are you getting enough sleep?” and the raccoon jokes were made. Not like she didn’t get it from everyone. Also the stares and the people waving their hands in front of her eyes just to make sure she wasn’t spaced out. All stuff she was used to at this point. It was fine. So long as that was all they really saw then it’s fine.
Saying goodbye to the group, she was quickly knocked into someone, hitting the ground. Ambrosia couldn’t help but to laugh at herself on the ground at how easily she was knocked over.
“My deepest apologizes.” Her voice was light as she looked up at the flustered figure. She had expected someone much larger. But no. It was a dainty little elf, smaller than herself even. A cloak draped over her uniform also, how unique. Ambrosia smiled at the girl, and got up quickly. “No need to be so flustered.” She set her hand on the girl's head cautiously, keeping that smile plastered on her face. The girl was quite pretty looking, but she also looked very spooked. Ambrosia searched for words to reassure the girl, but came up short. So instead of comforting her, she merely pulled out a bit of money a large grin on her face. “I know this may be weird, but you look a bit… off put I suppose. Do you have any classes currently? If not, I shall treat you to something. Breakfast or something? Then you can tell me why you happened to run into me! How does that sound?” A large grin spread on her face, as she didn’t really wait for a response, but more so grabbed her wrist and began walking anyways.
