[centre][h1][color=ed1c24]Reena[/color][/h1][/centre] [centre][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aRqHTeKcHPA[/youtube][/centre] The air was cool, Reena still couldn't go outside. Her moves were sluggish as she carried the black case over her shoulders. A tired gaze, but she didn't want to get in Diamond's way. She's never been around a werewolf on a day..night like this, and the last things she wanted was to annoy the woman, and let her get whatever she needed done. She's been far kinder than she ever would have expected and wanted to keep it that way with her room-mate. She even left a note in their room explaining the situation and that she was wishing her to stay safe. For now, she needed to calm her nerves. This last month had not been easy for her, while the vampires had mostly been civil and kind with her. Offering her help when needed, sharing notes so long as she was doing the same in turn. The werewolves could smell her fear and many of them took advantage of it. Almost to a degree of bullying as she would be pushed in the halls, or stalked until she wanted to run and hide. Laughter would always escape them when they were able to get the red head shaking behind her book, ready to fall at the slightest of winds. It was maddening, if Diamond wasn't her roommate, she would have probably thought all of the wolves were harsh beasts that prayed on the weak. Classes were a whirlwind, she loved them. Her notes were detailed and she was looking at the world in wonder. Defence classes had to be tweaked a little until she got used to using her legs, and it was slowly becoming her favourite. The ability to run, to jump. It was always enough to bring a smile to her face, and she was known to run up stairs, or skip down halls when no one was looking. She wanted to take full advantage of her new life, she wanted to run over the very mountains and back before she woke up and found herself in a dream. The thought still gnawed at her mind and would make her scared to go to sleep every night. She missed her old life, she longed for the sun and craved her family and friends, but she never wanted to see her chair again. Knowing she turned the creation into a sad twisted mess was somehow a freeing thought. The sound of her footsteps were quieter, clicking in the massive halls, illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp lights. She still wanted to pull those heavy drapes back, she wanted to see the sun that she knew was sitting outside. Yet whenever she walked closer to the looming fabric, her very instincts would hold her back, rein her in as she pulled her hand away. Her gaze slowly looking up at the drape before she began to walk again. The large sets of stairs coming into view and showing her favourite spot aside from the outside. The red head recently found out that there was a set of chairs and a table under the stairs, a comfortable little world that hid her away long enough that she could get some fresh air and stay away from others, the sound she made muffled by the overhang but sounding perfect to her. Peaking her head inside and finding the space empty. Reena wandered in, sliding the cello case off her shoulders as she made her way to a violet chair that she sunk into. She never sat in such a comfy set before. A love seat and another chair took up the space, creating a rather cozey little environment that allowed the woman to finally have a easy breath. Experienced hands unclasping the case to reveal the elegant instrument. Cheery wood with soft curves and an intricate design carved into the back. Her only companion that travelled with her between lives. It felt as natural in her hands as her very bones, resting comfortably against her shoulder as it's neck brushed her hair away. She felt her very heart slow down when she pulled her bow and began to play, putting all her unspoken words into music.