‡ Sorina Voras ‡
It didn't take too long for Sorina to finish. Even if the dress she chose was significantly more elegant than the others she had, it was comfortable. After all, uncomfortable dresses seemed to coincide with lack of mobility. Sorina needed to be prepared for any situation, and if she couldn't react well to a problem because of some stupid dress, she might go around all the kingdoms and burn every dress she could find. People wouldn't appreciate that very much, so Sorina just avoided the situation all together by always wearing clothes she could easily move in.
This one in particular was loose-fitting, a delightful display of red and white colors, and quite comfortable. Sorina tied her hair into a bun, slid on a decent pair of sandals, and inspected herself in the mirror. It wasn't dazzling like any normal Lord or Lady representative, but it was about as high class as she was going to get. Sorina shrugged, grabbing a spare dagger and scabbard, tightening it around her waist. She would have to enchant it when she had the time. Right now, she had to get Gaenor to come pick both her and Aden up, whether the dragon wanted to or not.
"Sorry I kept you waiting." Sorina said as she flung the door open and strode back into the main room. She stood next to Aden and leaned out the window, breathing in deeply. "There's nothing like the fresh mountain air to calm the soul." She remained still and silent for a few seconds before leaning further out the window, searching the skies with her heart. She could tell Gaenor was trying hard to ignore her, but he couldn't resist her call for long. After all, they were bound together. In what felt like hours, the black dragon landed on the roof of the tower none too gently, shaking the room. Sorina shook her head and laughed. "Sorry. He's not in the best of moods." She peered up at the dragon, but Gaenor moodily avoided looking at her. "Looks like we'll have to climb to the roof if we want to get anywhere." Sorina stood on the windowsill and reached to the stone wall, easily finding a hold to grip. Swiftly, she swung around and climbed up to the roof, looking down every once in a while to see if Aden was following her. "Come on, Aden. We don't have all night!"
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I've been dumped a boatload of work to do before college, so I will post when I can. Life is my nemesis.
'Tis the season! Here, a lovely song in commemoration of the holidays:
Oh Come, EmmanuelA wonderful interpretation by a couple of guys who just enjoy playing music.