On the balcony of her bedroom, Beatrix sat, legs crossed, meditating to the beat of the morning. Her eyes were closed, her mind far from the pale, nude body that could be seen. A husk as she often refered to it. Many days she had to remind herself to be thankful for the body she'd been given. Her mistress was quick to remind her that her physical body was just as important as her astral one. She was tall, with skin as pale as ivory, contrasted by large blue eyes. Her jet black hair was always kept neatly braided down her back, unless she was practicing her magic. She was far from unattractive. In fact many a young man had been caught eyeing her as she moved through the town to pick up supplies. To her it was bother some. Her life was dedicated to her Mistress' teachings and learning as much about her power as she could.<br/><br/>Or so it had been, until Isabeau took on another prodigy. Things in their home had change drastically after that. But what a wonderful change it had been. She was so drawn to him. Even know her astral form stood over his bed, as naked as her body in the next room. She wanted to tease him, but was content to simply watch him sleep. There would be time enough for teasing when he woke up. Espacially with the binding Isabeau had placed on him.<br/><br/>Her head jerked as them knicker hit the door, the sound echoing throughout the room and breaking her concentration. She felt herself being sucked back into her body, back into the confining shell. Shaking her head, she opened her eyes, blinking at the suns harsh rays. Outside her body she could stare directly into the sun, but of course now it's light hurt her eyes.<br/><br/>She stood, walking grabbing a robe and tossing it over shoulders before stepping out of her room. Bath first. As far as food went, she didn't eat much so she snagged an apple and polished it off on the way to the washroom.