[color=darkturquoise][i][b][u][center][h3]Araceli Accai[/h3][/center][/u][/b][/i][/color]

When Araceli arrived in the gated community dominated by Stonebrooke academy only a single word entered her mind: extravagant.  Perhaps she should have gone to get dinner, but the architecture and sights around the campus were simply so distracting!  The brown haired girl found herself overlooking just about everything involved in the place while her headphones played hip-hop tunes into her ears.  These few pleasant hours during the day were a kind distraction from what would be happening in a few hours.

Eventually though, the student body made up of her fellow mages and the undead filtered into the open square, moonlight and lanterns allowing the humans to see in the vampire's feeding ground.  It was a cheerless event for the air mage as she waited to be tied down as a slave for the next several years to what she assumed would be a terrifying entitled noble bloodsucker who could kill her at any moment by drinking a bit too much ...

However, when the princess arrived like most others the air mage was captivated.  The crown, the dress, the regalia.  The campus was pretty, sure, but compared to the woman delivering her speech the buildings seemed run down and as if they belonged in some sort of slum.  The ruby gem in her crown shined, casting a glorious light that the air mage's eyes followed instinctively.  She turned her headphones off as the woman gave out her speech about peace and excitement for the school year, and the air mage's rebellious voice was quieted Zaria's words seemed to enchant her like many of the others.  As soon as she left though, Araceli blinked a few times as if she was just waking up and looked into her envelope to see who she would end up with.

Even though Araceli shook at the sight of the undead, she could see how many others might see them as some sort of ... sexy.  Eternally young, finely dressed, and of course masters of the world.  Many mages seemed to be somehow excited to have their life drained out of them on a daily basis.

Ailsalia though seemed just terrifying though, her hunter's gaze being captivated even in a still image.  The mage concluded at that moment that she would attempt to avoid this woman as long as possible, but then wondered if that would anger her.  She couldn't run.  She couldn't leave.  It didn't matter how far she could fly - the treaty trapped her here.  Her eyes drifted towards the ground, an uncontrollable feeling of growing panic washing over her as she awaited her fate.  Before she fell over, the girl found a bench to sit on and put away her headphones, trying to keep herself under control with long, deep breaths.