The light shone down upon the bed through the windows as a cool breeze blew into the room, billowing out the curtains like pale flags and casted a shadow on the bed like wind does on the sea. On the bed was a girl, no older than eighteen years old with glowing silver hair that was messily sprawled on the pillow sheet. The youth was curled up against her companion, her arms pressed against her chest while the blanket was wrapped around her body.
”Ngh.” she grunted, dark eyelashes fluttering open, revealing a pair of gorgeous blue eyes that was almost as bright as the morning sky. With bright rays of sunlight blaring down on her, she concealed her eyes with her hands so as to prevent herself from being blinded as she gazed out of the window through the tiny gaps between her fingers. ”It’s already morning.” The mumbled words escaped her lips and threw her arm to the side of the bed, which dangled by the edge. It felt like she had been asleep for a few hours only and seeing how she felt so grumpy, it was an obvious sign that she was not a morning person.
Snowflake tossed the blanket off her body and her bed would creak upon doing so, causing Vysella to be awake. Her ears twitched slightly before she lifted up her head and glanced around the room. The little fox seemed to be collecting her memories since she had just woken up. ”Good morning, Vy.” With a gentle stroke on her companion’s head, she placed her feet on the cold marbled ground and stood up reluctantly to proceed towards the bathroom.
After she had finished cleaning herself up, she exited the bathroom with a towel hung around her neck and her hair tied up into a messy bun. Her usual attire was a tight black dress that had large slits on the side until her waist, revealing a white bodysuit underneath. The hem of the dress was embedded with silver and white patterns, similar to the ones on the chest area. A piece of clothing had been cut off from the chest, exposing much of her cleavage. Slipping into black tights and white gloves, she finished off her outfit with a pair of black heels that supported her height. She used a black headband to keep her unkempt hair tidy before wrapping her eyes with a piece of cloth.
The mage gazed upon her own reflection in the mirror and twirled slightly to ensure that she looked perfect. Snowflake invited Vysella to come along, with a small gesture of her hand and the two would exit the room that she had rented on her arrival. Her gloved hands idly brushed against the handles of the staircase as she began her laborious descent down the wooden stairs. Since she had been staying at the inn for quite a while now, the employees and other guests already considered her as one of the familiar faces around the area. Although she did not wish to engage with people quite often, she would sometimes return her greetings every now and then.