The shattering of glass was what drew the headmistress from her bath, Water dripped down along her willowy frame as she pulled herself up from the marble tub she was seated in and soaked into the carpet beside the basin as her feet found firm footing once more. She stood slowly, her entire being at ease despite the excited pitter-patter of her heart. Steadily, she dried herself off with a simple flick of her wrist and a few simple arcane intonations before she let the casual sway of her hips carry her out of the bathing room and into the master bedroom. There she dressed herself with the same slow, determined pace that she had risen from the scented and bubbly waters. Rather than fine robes or clothes made for sport however the woman instead donned a  thin sleeping robe made of a sheer white silk. Like water if flowed about her slight womanly curves, hugging her waist and the tops of her slender thighs, doing nothing more to hide the seemingly unending expanse of her long, lissome legs afterward. Her hair was next swiftly done up into a tight bun and it was with a meticulous slowness that she made her way from the bedroom to her study where the ruckus had come from.<br/><br/>When the woman rounded the corner and appeared in the door frame she expected to perhaps see a weeping maid, or perhaps to see her not at all. What she did not expect to see however was a half-breed whom looked like she'd just ran a marathon and a rather disappointingly whole vase sitting on the desk a few inches off center from where it had sat before. The woman's scowl of displeasure was immediate and apparent to anyone with eyes that functioned at least half as well as they should have. Her arms immediately crossed over her slim chest, sparring the maid the modest valley of cleavage her clingy robe allowed for, if only for the moment. The stern-looking, honey-haired elf cleared her throat a second later, her blue eyes narrowing intensely. “So not only do you come in my home and apparently disrupt the order of my things once more if what my ears heard was true...” The headmistress gave the vase a glance before she shifted her eyes back to Rai. “You then used the very magic I forbade you to thinking I would not know.” The woman's nostril's flared for little more than show before she shook her head and heaved a dissapointed sigh. “You reek of  the aether girl. Anyone skilled in magic could discern it.” There was no praise of the woman's skill, in fact there was only an intense hubris, a near-hatred that the half-breed could summon the winds of magic with next to nearly no teaching. How dare she!?<br/><br/>The woman collected herself for a few silent seconds, her slender digits rubbing along the bridge of her nose and up between her slanted eyes before she picked herself up and let her arms fall to her sides. Again the full view of her figure was presented, the robe doing little to preserve her modesty as her full silhouette was presented by it. “I suppose now all you will have to do is worry about reeking of sex and cheap liquor.” Her tone carried a sort of finality to it, her eyebrows raised high and her finger thrust out accusingly at the woman across from her. “I won't have you throwing my words back at me in my own home-you half-breed sow!”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>