Music of the Night {open}

[Mirasia Leventia]

Soft flakes hell from the dark heavens above, where the clouds were absent stars danced in the midnight sky. This on it's own was enough to calm the young witch. Mirasia was sitting in a large tree, staring up as snow felt softly on her alabaster flesh. Smirking, she pushed her recently trimmed hair out of her icy eyes. It now hung a few inches down her back, versus the long locks that had once trailed down past her ribs. The sky reflected in her eyes as she watched, amusement sparkling as she fiddled with something beneath her cloak.

Of course, the small elvish dagger given to her what seemed like eons ago. Looking down, she watched the metal flash mischievously. The way it caught the light from the sliver of a moon beam had always made her lips quirk in satisfaction. Miry was well aware that she was quite alone, but also quite bored. She hadn't been able to sleep, so she'd decided to come out into the night.

The darkness it's self was music. One had to be either either deaf or ignorant to not hear it. How the wind moaned in the trees, their branches creaking and moaning, adding harmony to the silence. Tilting her head in amusement, she smirked and look back to the sky, snow flakes catching on her eye lashes. Rubbing her eyes in slight irritation, she looked down at the ground.

Leaping gracefully down, she pulled her black cloak tight around her and walked silently through the Underland, the complete opposite direction of Carnadine. It wasn't that Mirasia was displeased with her occupation, she enjoyed it really, but she was growing restless waiting again. Sure, she could always go through Beruna and mess with that weapons master of a girl who was always fun to tease, or just boss someone around at Carnadine, but she was getting no satisfaction with her current antics.

Not to mention the fact she was often alone. Since their fight, Mirasia had not seen nor talked with Dagg'or. She knew they'd both been stupidly angry that night, and she'd already forgiven him in her mind, though not in reality. Sighing, she perched herself on one of the surrounding boulders, looking out blankly into the night.