Tic and Larkin

Stelon looked around strangely and found an obviously vacant tent, crawling in and taking Miraye's advice, shutting the tent quite tightly and shedding her clothes to change into her dress. She had chosen well, it fit perfectly and she smiled. She'd never worn anything as soft and beautiful as this. She reached up to feel her hair and shuddered. Searching the tent she found a brush and shrugged, taking it to her hair and brushing out all the tangle until it gleamed. She smiled again and left the tent to join the others.

She looked at the other girls and smiled. Miraye had chosen well for Farrago. Matthias still stood in his normal clothes, and she stifled laughter as Miraye mentioned this and Matthias got annoyed at her "Matty."

As they approaced the gate she felt a twinge of nervousness. What if they couldn't get in?

"Invitation?"

Stel cringed and mentally agreed with Imera's exclamation of "crap".

The guard seemed to be having a rather hard argument with himself as Miraye told him they'd forgotten it. Stelon sighed softly and smiled sweetly at the guard.

"Please...We promise we'll be good..."

She smiled still more sweetly and innocently as he let them in and watched as Miraye left to go "take care of business". She looked around at all the people and gasped. Everything was gorgeous. She'd never seen anything like it, and no doubt never would again.

A sudden quiet fell over the room as doors opened and a man stepped through with a boy about their age. She gasped softly, immediately knowing this had to be Tic and Larkin. She looked at them a few moments and then she remembered their purpose for being here. She walked rather quickly to get to Miraye, but not so quickly as to be noticed.

She stopped when she got to her and touched her shoulder lightly, whispering, "Miraye..." and then pointing subtly in their direction.

"Is that him?"