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Kiria
Two weeks later, the day came.
Kiria smoothed her long dress again and touched her hair. The tailor had brought a large looking glass down at her request, so she could check herself one last time as she waited in the side hallway that opened into the Main. She wore a floor-length dress of deep red, with gold tracery that flowed like water down the neckline and bodice, twisting around the waist in royal symbols, and down to the end of the short train. The skirt was full but simple, not too gathered or fluffed.
Looking herself up and down, she straightened her shoulders, stood tall. Every movement she made didn’t seem to fit the radiant image before her. She made her form less perfect when she wasn’t graceful or elegant, when her expression wasn’t serene or joyful. The look on h
