Lace upon silk, the dress that Elodie was forced to wear by the priestess, sits upon her skin as soft petals, its hue the many pinks of a rose garden. Her arms are completely uncovered. This is a good thing too since her silky skin isn't something you want to cover up. Most of the scars she got from the bandits had already healed and completely vanished from the surface of her skin.
Inside the empty temple, the priestess was frantic as she dashes from each corner to get the makeup pieces of equipment for Elodie who was sitting idly on a cushioned chair. Her calm demeanor greatly contrasts the priestess who was panicking and running around her.
"Is this all necessary? I am just going to give out a speech and show myself to the people out there, no need to make me look pretty." Elodie glan
