[center][color=92278f][center][h2]Victor Astorio[/h2][/center][/color][/center]

A slow snowy morning for sure winter was here and victor felt at peace. He enjoyed the eerie silence that came with snowfall in the forest. Winter was his favorite time of year not only was it quiet it also drowned out the color in the world to white, grey, and brown. Of course he wasn’t going to complain that the cold tended to keep the mages and humans indoors as well. The count did not know what his mage was doing and frankly he did not care. 

Salem was given free reign of his training schedule for the first two weeks of school so that he could adjust it to how he saw fit. So far Victor thought he could at least manage that. However with the winter comes less daylight hours, good for him not so much for Salem. Soon the next step in his training would begin. Two days out of the week that were separated by at least one day Salem was going to start using his magic while training to a greater extent than he was before. Victor wanted to see what Salem was capable of for endurance and stamina when it came to physical exertion and magic usage. Depending on what was happening he may have him do more or less. The count really didn’t care what the boy was doing to use his magic as long as he was.

Victor stepped out of the house into the cool night air to catch a quick glimpse of someone entering Varis’s dorm. Seeing the princess nearby he could only assume that Varis was back or someone was here to collect his things. From the lack of a moving van he assumed the latter of the two. He couldn’t stop himself from frowning and even his shoulders dropped slightly. [color=662d91][i]“Great I lost that bet.”[/i][/color] Whispering to himself. The tall vampire was wearing his normal loose fitting attire and sat down on one of the chairs that was getting snowed on.

He had a small glass of blood that he was nursing while he slowly became covered in the snow. It did not melt off of him as he did not have body heat to melt it yet he did not find it annoying. Honestly he almost felt like an old man sitting on his porch waiting for some kid to step on his lawn so he could yell at them. Still, he was here to enjoy the silence and watch the others nearby as one does. It seemed the princess would not be alone for too long as Lillie soon joined her. The count starred for a moment then looked away, if they did lock eyes he would be sure to give her a respectful nod. But it wasn’t his place to listen in on their conversation and instead just opted to sit and listen to the falling snow.