That evening after a day spent exploring the Palace complex with Mala, Ari and even Erk at times, Sastra bathed with the help of a pair of servants. The girls saw her skin polished and rubbed until it shone. They’d delighted in her pale hair, it being far less common in Staven and had washed it far more thoroughly than she’d managed the night before, then braided it until it coiled in a neat arrangement at the back of her head. She climbed up and out of the warm waters, feeling more than a little sleepy and ready for bed, but aware that tonight there was a dinner to attend.
The girls helped her to dress in an under layer of emerald green. It clung to her hips and waists, whoever had left the clothes out for her the night before, had been given time to make alterations during the day. Sast
