Alora found herself lingering on the balcony of her room, cradling a mirror delicately in her hands. Her gaze was drawn to her own reflection, fixating particularly on her eyes. With a gentle touch, she traced the contours of her eyes, before letting her hands fall back into her lap.
Today was the day when her training was supposed to start, but the day was fraught with an array of tasks that demanded Magnus's attention.
Understanding the weight of his responsibilities, Alora chose not to impose further, allowing him the space to attend to his duties first.
She recalled how Elliot attacked her once he turned into a new vampire. Her eyes didn't work at that time. Putting the mirror aside on the swing, she looked at the sky, covered in the dark clouds. The atmosphere was cold because of the constant raining. And the downpour started again.
