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

When the vampire requested to only be called by her last name, the mage made a very strong mental note of that so she wouldn't mess up later.  She had her guesses why this could be - dislike of nobility, wanting a more personal relationship, whatever - but ultimately it didn't matter as Araceli was firmly dedicated to calling the vampire whatever she wanted to live as long as possible and not 'accidently' die of bloodloss.

The colors in the vampires eyes shifted slightly towards a more violent red as Margaux's eyes sharpened and her small nose twitched slightly as it sniffed the air, as if smelling her out for a hunt.  Of course, one of a vampire's abilities was to be able to breathe more deeply and sense the emotional state of their prey.  She wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between simple breathing and using this power normally, but air magic allowed the mage to passively sense the vampire breathing more heavily through her nostrils.  It simultaneously was completely unfair and utterly terrifying to not be able to hide one's emotions no matter how hard one attempted to do so.

It was almost comical how Margaux [i]ordered[/i] her to calm down with a clearly impatient voice.  Despite wondering how cattle was supposed to not be noisy as they approach the chopping block, it somehow worked.  She forced her breathing to slow slightly, and the following questions asked in a slightly less [i]vampiric[/i] tone were something she'd tell people when she meet them anyways, routine taking over as she responded a bit more coherently.  Of course, that didn't mean she was suddenly happy or completely calm, just that the catatonic state of panic when she visited the doctors had been deflected by the somewhat nicer voice.

[color=darkturquoise]"Ara or Araceli is fine Mi- Margaux."[/color]  The air mage had to stop herself from adding a 'miss' in front of it subconsciously as she felt pressed down by the older woman's authority.  As she thought about her magic her voice started to show just a bit of her characteristic cheer and excitement.  [color=darkturquoise]"I'm nineteen years old, and I was born with the power to command air.  Like this-"[/color]  The nineteen year old stuck her two hands out in front of her, and between them a small ball of air first sputtered from the mages panic but as she focused it formed, cooling and drying her hands of sweat that apparently had been there.  After a few seconds, Araceli released her grip on the element, the ball dispersing into the surrounding air as meaningless wisps.

As she finished, the girl had a question enter her mind for the vampire, some of the panic returning as she lost focus on her magical powers and time approached where this was going to end up by the end of the night.  [color=darkturquoise]"... I'm going to stay out here for a bit longer than return to our room to start unpacking ... I-if that's alright.  H-how do you want it ... decorated this month?"[/color]  Of course, most people didn't completely change their room's décor on a monthly basis, but Araceli always grew bored with how things remained stagnant and assumed that everyone else felt the same.