Her hands still lying on the floor she summoned a circle of beautiful white light, cloaking her scarred body in the cold air that shimmered up from the floor. Her soft long white hair flew up around her as her stark blue eyes turned white of the arcane surging trough her body. As a soft smile appeared on her lips, one could notice that she was enjoying it, the addiction to her power, the feeling it gave her made her happy, if just only for those little moments.<br/><br/>After she was done with her ritual she lied down on the floor, watching the many runes and signs in her circles disappear slowly from sight. The moment the last one had melted away from her presence she grabbed her cloak again, her eyes back to the sorrowy pits of loneliness as she slowly got dressed in her thick mantle of disguise. She wished there was a window, a opening to the midnight sky, so she could look up to the moon..<i>But you cannot have everything you want in life..</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>