Her delicate fingers gripped gently at the fabric of her skirt, the pale of her skin almost blending into the perfect white of the night dress. Mag shifted, twisting herself easily before she slipped from her perch and rose to her feet. She lifted herself up onto the balls of her feet, stretching her frame. All of her muscles tensed and then relaxed and once her feet were again on the floor she let the silence envelope her.
In a few short steps she'd reached the vanity. Settling in only long enough to pin back part of her long, dark hair, twisting away some of the tresses in the front and leaving the rest long in the back like a waterfall. When her hands were free, Mag began to set her face. Very few had ever seen her without makeup and most of those were women. She had never known the gift of cosmetics before ninteen, but this was no stage performance. Simply, she applied only enough to compliment her natural beauty, that gift of ageless skin she'd been gifted.
Then Mag was up, and out of the door to her room. Never had she been the type to linger indoors for no reason. She'd spent many years as a bird in a cage so any opportunity she could take to fly free she did.
Closing her door behind herself, Mag paused and pressed herself against it. The hallways were dark but she was no alone. "Erik" she sang softly, not interrupting the serenity of the corridor. Her eyes swirled and tilted downward to survey the rich carpet beneath her feet. Waiting.