~THE MASK CEREMONY~
"Are you attending the ceremony?"
Lylah asked as she struggled to put on a gown, feeling awkward in it. It wasn't her style. She had worn trousers all her life-femininity wasn't her thing, unlike her sister. Sometimes, people even mistook her for a boy, and she never minded it.
"I don't think so," Brigid replied from where she lay on the bed behind Lylah, absentmindedly playing with a small hairpin.
"Why not?"
"Because celebrations like that aren't my thing. They bore me... I only looked forward to the combat trial-the blood spilling and all. And I've had my fill."
Lylah sighed. "Me too." She groaned in frustration as she struggled with the zipper of her dress. "Why won't it... go up?"
"Let me help you." Brigid stood and pulled up the stuck zipper.
"There," she
