Fashion Fades. Style is Eternal.

[Macy Deltine]

Macy smiled, walking over to her bed and sitting down. She stared across the room, out the window for a few seconds, and turned back around to the window.
"Oh, don't you go running before classes?" She asked, twirling a piece of hair that was hanging down by her face in her fingers. "I was just thinking, I usually get up early to do some studying, but since we don't have much work to do, could I possibly go with you sometime? I just think it would be quite nice..." She said, looking up at Madeleine.
"I mean, if you don't want me coming, or something, that's fine, I can do some more studying." She said, glancing away, back out the window. She loved the view from the window, you could see the forest, and the grounds. She always loved the school grounds, they were so beautiful. It was such a difference from the small semi-detached that she grew up in.

[Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford]

Madeleine smiled, leaning back slightly. "No, I'd love you to come with me - it's been ages since anyone came running with me."
In other words, no one had been running with her since before Orchid - and that had been Russ. Now, Madeleine wasn't slow - but Russ was a tank and a full foot taller than her, and keeping up had been a bit, well, difficult.
But Macy wasn't as tanked out as Russ, so she wouldn't have the same problem.
"It'd be nice. Listening to music while running is all very well, but it gets lonely sometimes."

[Macy Deltine]

Macy smiled, looked out the window. "I'm not sure I'd be able to keep up, though, I'm not very fit." She said, laughing. Macy had never been fit, she just prefered transforming into some sort of fast animal, and running. "P.E. is not my best subject, to say the least." She said, running her fingers through her hair. She opened up her make-up kit ad began to do her own make-up,touching up her mascara. "Anyway, it dose't need to be, I'm pretty good at other subjects, anyway, so I think if you do all the fighting and training, and I'll stick to the books, we'll be okay." Macy said, playing with ice on her fingers. She froze the tips of her nails and watched as the frost climb up her arms, before she melted it back into her skin.
She leaned back, and stared at the ceiling, before remembering something. "Oh, hey, I heard some people talking, saying that there might be a fashion show sometime. I think they said that it wouldn't be for a while, but that might be cool. I wouldn't fit in, mind you, but anyway." She said, tilting her head slightly, thinking about it. No, she could never see herself as a model. Too lanky, with a strange shaped face. She laughed to herself, at the thought.