xxxxxNeferet twirled and spun around the glossy mirrored room, leaping gracefully and jumping just a bit to high to be natural. She smiled to herself as she came to a perfect stop on point, one leg tucked just under the hem of her skirt. Another perfect routine... she thought to herself. Allowing her foot to assume its normal position as she sashayed lightly across the room. She had been a ballerina for years and years now, so many that she had lost count. She sighed, but of course, there were a lot of things that she had done in her 750 years of living. Humming to herself, she slipped into a cream colored silk robe, and quietly exited her studio. Aurelia had kindly had the room renovated a couple hundred years ago for her, and for that Neferet was grateful.
xxxxxThinking of Aurelia, she gave the air a dainty sniff. She could smell her, all right, but the scent was a tad stale. No older than an hour... but there was also another scent with the same time stamp upon it. It was an unknown male, not one of theirs, or if he was, Neferet had never met him. Most of the coven had been hunting tonight, but only Neferet and Aurelia had remained. Aurelia for reasons unknown (Most likely because the others would bring the blood to her), and Neferet because she simply wasn't thirsty. She murmured to herself as the door to her room swung open, revealing a cozy yet modern suite. She quickly disrobed and slung her dance gear onto her bed and pulled on a form-fitting grey sweater and a pair of black velvet sweats.
xxxxxShe retraced her steps to the main hall where Aurelia's scent was freshest. Neferet's bare feet made no noise as she glided over the marble floors. Aurelia would have to come back sometime, so, settling by the door, she leaned against a pillar. With her head tilted back and her pretty grey eyes closed, she almost looked to be sleeping. Almost.