Sylvia came back home to see it was past two in the morning. The absence of the moon made it look the same as she had left. Opening the front door, she stepped into the house.
Her raven was tired and retired to its nest. Sylvia had worked all day and had barely slept for a while, yet she felt rejuvenated as if the Dark Lord had secretly blessed her with some kind of energy.
Going into her bedroom, she lit up the candles and the lamps with magic, basking the whole place in the light.
She stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. After five minutes of observation, she noticed some subtle changes in her, which she failed to notice before due to the hustle and bustle of her daily life.
She didn't get a chance to take a look at herself. She stepped forward to take a better look as her eyes traced every inch of her reflection.
