Ezmyralda stood rather still, her hands positioned firmed against her bedroom's window sill, the polished stone cold against her exposed fingertips. She stared out ahead of her, the clear water greeting her sights. The water looked as ice, waves eluding its surface, the bright sun reflected off its surface sending rays to the window's outer glass.<br/><br/>She turned away, her floor length dress spinning a fluid circle around her ankles. She directed her attention to the man standing across the way from her. His tall stature towered over hers, his thick muscles bulging from beneath ivory shirt. "Must we stand in their presence?" He said, his voice tainted with anger.<br/><br/>His response was to their upcoming ball, one that thoroughly invited much of the middle-class in an effort to keep the castle's normalcy.<br/>"It seems as such. We must keep the public's thoughts at bay. We shall mingle, show our magic, all the while promoting our sales." She smiled, "Think of the coins that will shall gain."<br/><br/>He nodded considerably, a smile now produced across his face, "Very well then" he said as he turned away, leaving her presence. She pushed an auburn lock from her face, only for it to slowly fall again, reaching her sights. She began walking, holding her dress firmly in the front, keeping herself from tripping. As she neared the front entrance, a man greeted her; his shirt was in rags, brown dirt covering each crevice of his body. A foul smell travelled into her nose and scrunched it, repulsed. The poor man bowed, his eyes not meeting her deathly gaze as he rotated an old hat in his hands, shaking in her mists. "Out with it then." she snapped at him. She watched as he jumped at her words.<br/><br/>"Sorry...sorry. A love potion is what I am looking for. There is this woman, I have been working for many years to grasp her...." She put her hand in front of her face, cutting him off quickly, ending his pointless story. She rotated her hand in a circular motion that produced a bottle, a pink liquid flowing at the bottom. She shoved it into his hands, knowing full well the powers were small; it would instead give him the courage. The woman would seem interested for a while, only to loose interest; the man would panic, only to ask for more potion. She smiled greedily at the thought.<br/><br/>She held her hand out as he dropped coins into her hand, clanking as they stacked larger onto her hand. She closed her hand around them and walked away, saying no more words to the man as he thanked her profusely as she left.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://www.photodom.com/photo/2072374">Character</a>