INDY
“Are you excited to go to the coastline of Bellarium?” Irene asked as she stood by the doorway, watching me with careful eyes.
I nodded as I pulled one of her dresses over my head. The fabric was soft and worn from years of use, dyed in a muted gray that blended easily with the forest. It fell loosely over my body, and when I lifted the hood attached to it, it shadowed most of my face.
“Are you sure you want to wear such?” she asked, her brows knitting together.
I nodded again. “It is the most comfortable. I like it a lot. It even has a hood to cover everything, too.”
She shook her head, though I could not tell whether it was in amusement or concern. “You should be wearing much prettier dresses at your age.”
“I prefer comfort,” I replied lightly, smoothing the sleeves over my
