The gown was delivered the next morning as promised, after Rion had left for work. Annie hung it, still encased in its protective wrapper, in her closet. The Honorum was to be that evening, at the rising of the second moon. Because she had no idea how long the event would last, she decided to spend as much time as she could resting.
First, however, she washed her thick hair and tied it in leftover strips of cloth from her sewing basket, letting the strands air dry in the warm breezes which passed through the house. One of the things she found she had missed from her world was her needlework, particularly her quilting. Somewhere Rion had found a merchant who sent her a package of scraps, and she had immediately set out to make little tunics and leggings for her new son, including a quilt
