She stood before her mirror in her room, staring at her reflection. She had put on a light bit of makeup, a rare thing for her, her lips were shiney with gloss, and light pink. A light line of black circled her eyes, making then stand out even more. She nibbled on her lip. Trephas would probably be waiting for her down stairs, but she wasn't ready to do down. Mentally, that is.
Her hair was curled to frame her face, hairsprayed down so that it wouldn't whip around with her mind, and she smiled experimentally. A few things levitated off of her dresser with her nerves. Was it a date? Or just a friendly thing? They hadn't really cleared that up. She adjusted her flowy skirt, a patch work skirt with swirls of red, purple, blue, and black, that reached her knees. Typical to her style, she wore a pair of black converse high tops.
She focused on the levitation objects. 'Down. Down..'
Her hair was curled to frame her face, hairsprayed down so that it wouldn't whip around with her mind, and she smiled experimentally. A few things levitated off of her dresser with her nerves. Was it a date? Or just a friendly thing? They hadn't really cleared that up. She adjusted her flowy skirt, a patch work skirt with swirls of red, purple, blue, and black, that reached her knees. Typical to her style, she wore a pair of black converse high tops.
She focused on the levitation objects. 'Down. Down..'