Melena was sitting at her desk, the parchments around her piled high as she scribbled away furiously with her quill.  Ink stains spattered her fingers and she even had a smudge on the end of her nose.  She had piled her blonde hair on top of her head and her green eyes shone with a furious intensity, there was no room for error here and concentration needed to complete.  There was no way that she would fail her Mistress, that wasn't even an option, and that meant studying as hard as she could for as long as her eyes woul stay open.<br/><br/>Mistress Camelia was an inspiration to her, the youngest to reach her level and Melena knew how blessed she had been to have been taken on by the woman.  She shivered lightly as she sat in the darkened room in her light blue shift dress but still she scribbled on, waiting for her Mistress to return or summon her before she would stop.  There had been many nights she had woken well after midnight with her head on the desk and she didn't rue a moment of it.