Shrugging, you scoop up the necklace in your hand and walk over to the vanity. Sitting down in front of the mirror, you brush your blonde hair away from your neck and undo the clasp on the necklace, reaching back to put it on. The beads feel cool against your skin at first, but as you fasten the clasp again they warm fairly quickly. That of course could easily be just your body heat, so you dismiss it out of hand. Indeed, with the gas fireplace on you're warming up nicely yourself. You strike a few poses in front of the mirror, admiring the look of the necklace on you.
Then, on a lark, you arch your back and give a bit of a snarl at your reflection. Seeing yourself in the mirror, a shiver passes through you, your prior expression... surprisingly convincing. You straighten up, chiding yourself for such a thing as being startled by that. As if to prove it was just a fluke, you curl a lip at your reflection, and the sensation of confidence that gives you is fairly liberating. Finally breaking into a grin and a chuckle, you stand.
The weariness of your earlier drive seems to have melted away. In fact, that false start at the mirror aside, you find yourself rather energetic, as if you could take on anything. You stretch, arching your back again, and find yourself scratching at an itch that briefly afflicts your armpit. A most unladylike gesture, but what's the point of renting your own chalet if you can't misbehave a bit? You turn out the lights in the bedroom and stride over towards the fireplace, more faint itches and faint rubbings distracting you as you walk.
Settling into one of the high-backed chairs, your nostrils flare, taking in the scent of the leather. Idly you glance at the window, seeing the darkening snowscape outside as the sun finally sets.
A snowscape that you realize you've more than a little desire to be out in.