Preparing for the day ahead, Megara had risen early to bathe and dress. Today would be her first public appearance and it would go poorly if she wasn’t at least prepared on the outside. It was something Ruth had said about appearances, though he’d reminded her to make it her own since it was her own merits that had won the position in the first place. A large box sat on the dresser, the ribbon keeping it closed already untied from when she opened it the night before. It was a gift from Sylaise, but also an acknowledgement of the Souls pride in her students achievement.
Pulling over the robe, Megara let her palms smooth the material, fingers tracing the embroidered leaves and vines adorning the panels. Adjusting the collar the new First Keeper looked over the reflection staring back at her. Dark curls had been tamed into two braids hanging behind her, the dark green robe her favourite shade and despite its simplistic style, the delicate and intricate embroidery clearly but understated her position. Too flashy and she’d be a prime target.
[color=#cccccc]Nairn didn’t wish to paint you as such, too easy a target, and I didn’t wish you to look such a pauper, so we compromised. [/color]
Both had come to her rescue on both counts, as her gaze shifted on the rather humble outfit she had picked out. Under the robe, she pulled on a pair of comfortable bottoms and a simple tunic to compliment the ensemble. Sandals were chosen instead of boots, her reasoning concluding that at some point she’d go barefoot and fiddling with laces was far more trouble than worth it. After a light breakfast, an attendant would knock on the front door to escort her, Danny flanking her on the opposite side.
The artificer’s presence earned Nairn a look, but Megara smiled at him, closing over the door enough to hide the brief kiss of thanks she’d plant on his cheek. Whispering into his ear a quiet reminder her final appointment was always for him, Meg finally turned to begin her first day.
It was amusing, her small frame sitting in such a large and high backed chair. Every reaction so far had garnered a little joy, though she was beginning to tire of the constant, [color=#008e02]“Yes, it’s a little big for me,”[/color] or, [color=#008e02]“it’s incredibly uncomfortable, I dunno how Faelyn put up with it.” [/color]
She was taking the few minutes between her appointments to read a memo when her eye caught the attendant, [color=#008e02]“Ah, is the next person ready?” [/color]
Pulling over the robe, Megara let her palms smooth the material, fingers tracing the embroidered leaves and vines adorning the panels. Adjusting the collar the new First Keeper looked over the reflection staring back at her. Dark curls had been tamed into two braids hanging behind her, the dark green robe her favourite shade and despite its simplistic style, the delicate and intricate embroidery clearly but understated her position. Too flashy and she’d be a prime target.
[color=#cccccc]Nairn didn’t wish to paint you as such, too easy a target, and I didn’t wish you to look such a pauper, so we compromised. [/color]
Both had come to her rescue on both counts, as her gaze shifted on the rather humble outfit she had picked out. Under the robe, she pulled on a pair of comfortable bottoms and a simple tunic to compliment the ensemble. Sandals were chosen instead of boots, her reasoning concluding that at some point she’d go barefoot and fiddling with laces was far more trouble than worth it. After a light breakfast, an attendant would knock on the front door to escort her, Danny flanking her on the opposite side.
The artificer’s presence earned Nairn a look, but Megara smiled at him, closing over the door enough to hide the brief kiss of thanks she’d plant on his cheek. Whispering into his ear a quiet reminder her final appointment was always for him, Meg finally turned to begin her first day.
It was amusing, her small frame sitting in such a large and high backed chair. Every reaction so far had garnered a little joy, though she was beginning to tire of the constant, [color=#008e02]“Yes, it’s a little big for me,”[/color] or, [color=#008e02]“it’s incredibly uncomfortable, I dunno how Faelyn put up with it.” [/color]
She was taking the few minutes between her appointments to read a memo when her eye caught the attendant, [color=#008e02]“Ah, is the next person ready?” [/color]
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