Arcane energy crackled the air around the mageling and her trot up the stairs to her room was heavy and ill-tempered. Her face twisted in confusion and annoyance and if any of the other students were up at this hour they would have been given the coldest glare Vida could muster. Which frankly, was not that cold. Still it was lucky for her that no one else was foolish enough to be up this late.
When finally inside the privacy of her room, she shut the door with the backwards shot of her hoof. Slam! The force at which the wood met stone was so loud it caused her to wince and tensed her stark white tail. She huffed and clacked her hooves over to her easel. With an angered sweep of her arm the painting tool was blown over by a cool blizzard wind. Brushes scattered and a jar of royal blue paint spilled out onto the hard wood floor. Even her favorite past time could not ease the hurricane raging inside of her and she was thankful the downpour did not start until she was behind a closed door.
"Light up when you see her. Sigh at her." With arms raised in frustration she moved around her room and mimicked what little of the complaints upon her person that she could translate. "Who? Who? Not me that who!" Her hooves scuffed against the wooden floor as her voice broke and she sighed. She placed her hands on her rounded hips and dug her teeth into her bottom lip angrily pouting at the mess she had made.
Defeated, the draenei slumped onto the floor and gathered each brush up one by one. As she worked, small sniffles heralded the onslaught of tears that slowly began to stream down her cheeks. Lit by the light of her eyes her sadness sparkled against her skin like water in an alabaster pool, but there was no one there to comfort her. Not even her new companion, Rocket, the speediest turtle in the whole world. As realization struck that she had left him back at the Sable Dragon Inn she buried her face in her hands and sobbed. She felt like, Poyvida, the worst friend in the whole world.