Lovedaia stretched her hands over her head and shifted the covers from her legs. Her blonde hair was tangled to a point where she appeared to be a lion with a straggly mane and her eyes were crusty and weary. She loathed mornings. Early rising was a concept that shouldn’t, in her mind, be practiced – but it was and here she was, watching the sun rise. The blur of orange and blue painted the sky and Lufu gazed unseeingly at the dawn’s approach for a moment before snapping to the present, her sleepy mind slowly becoming aware. 

The girl stood up and slowly dressed in beautiful blue robes and brushed her mane with the teeth of her comb. A golden leaf bracelet was wrapped around her wrist and an ornate gold necklace draped around her neck, her collarbone exposed. Sandals were placed on her feet with brown straps wrapped around her ankles like snakes. Once ready for the day, Lufu sat at the small wooden desk in her simple room – simplicity was something she barely tolerated and she prepared to dress it up with intricate portraits and silken sheets. 

A slip of paper rested on the table top. Lovedaia squinted her eyes at it and, with all her might, concentrated. The windows were closed and so she could not mistake a breeze for her magic – this was a test. She [i]will[/i] make it float. The blonde pretended to find strings of magic in the air and her invisible fingers pulled at them, strumming them like a violin. The magic strings hummed and vibrated serenely; Lufu was reminded of the song of a siren, though she has never been granted the gift of hearing the lullaby, she imagined this was as it would sound. The paper wavered and hovered in the air.

Lufu skipped the entire way to the assembly.