Where Do I Go From Here
She touched her forehead to the window, the cold rain lightly tapping against it. She traced the droplets falling with her finger, yet focused her eyes elsewhere. She had been lost within her school for months, very rarely leaving the grounds. Keeping hidden was her choice... for her own good, she thought. With the wards up no one could harm her here, both physically and emotionally. But she was unhappy. Miserable. Lonely. A bolt of lighting startled her and she jumped, moving away from the window slowly as the thunder rumbled, shaking the stone that made up the Lyceum floor. She pressed her palm against the cold wall, leaning her head on the back of her hand as she watched the clouds kiss the tops of the mountain that stood above her home. Her necromancy students didn't think anything of her demeanor, being a teacher of all things death related who would imagine anything different? Quiet, lacking emotion... all stereotypical traits that most of her students had. But within this hard shell of a woman was a soft, kind, loving soul that needed nurturing and companionship. She needed to feel love to feel alive. It had been ages since she smiled a true, happy smile. These young mages had no idea the giggly little girl that comes out after a fair amount of whiskey, nor would they imagine the flirt she could be, bartending in the sexiest of outfits to appease the gentlemen and line her pockets with a little extra plat. She realized just how much she missed all of that. All at once she pushed away from the wall and walked down the hallway to her office, reaching up to her eyes once to wipe any evidence of emotion from them before shutting the door behind her.