After the feast, Zhanna needed to escape. She was usually one for showing the discipline she had been taught, but right now she was thinking about the lake... That dreadful body of water she would have to see every time she needed to get to her things or go to the castle. She knew she could calm herself down first, but only one thing did that.
She followed the queue of people exiting the castle, all of them foreign students ready to turn in for the night, and she stuck to the back. However, the second she strolled into the night air, she turned and walked along the castle, stopping when she found a shadow she could hide in. She watched her peers disappear to the ship and the carriage and her keen eyes made sure she was alone.
She removed the lighter from her pocket and clicked it on with ease. She held out one of her small, dainty hands and held the palm of it above the flame. She tilted it and the flame licked her finger. Her body let out a twitch of protest and she smoothly lifted her hand, letting her finger go limp on the lighter, the flame extinguishing. She dropped her hand to her side and saw the lake glimmer. She shuddered and her heart constricted. She began to flick the lighter on and off, a cool expression on her face, giving away nothing as usual.
by Zhanna Charkov Fri Sep 24, 2010 12:57 am