After the exciting events of this morning, Asheen returns to her room and closes, then latches her door.  She walks between the many surfaces she's set up in her room for books and manuscripts to rest on.  Giving a quick glare at her familiar, she takes a seat on her bed and lies back allowing her hair to spread out under her as she spreads out over the beds surface staring up at the ceiling.  After a few minites of rests she turns her head and watches the barely started Atronach.  Its crudely shaped iron frame noticable within the large chunk of raw iron ore that would someday become a living servant to her.  She knew the fallout of her little experiment would catch up with her, and prehaps she would suffer the long term reprecussions of this as well, though she wasn't sure what the teachers would make of the Atronach, it was still far to early in the process and if she choose to she could make it an iron golem still.<br/><br/>In the corner Talmashiska sat upon a small perch, cleaning himslef with his small scaly green hands, and short hooked claws.