Evgenia jumped up and down in her puffed out pale blue dress. Each time she rose up, the skirts shifted into the air before they fluttered down as she fell. Unlike her normal outfits, the taffeta reached all the way to the floor. She had told Flora that she finally was able to get a mature outfit made up for her. Flora almost envied her dress; it was closer to the style of Prana than Leosta and seemed best fitted for an event like the equinox.