"But when the naive Dawn and the insightful shall Twilight meet, will the wise darkness of the night's fall preserve the innocence of the break of its day or will he bring to her heed all the deeds that shall come to pass?"
~
The Princess' Chambers,
Residence in the Imperial Castle,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
Dressed in a sleek blush coloured satin night gown that reached down to the very floor, Imogen stared at her reflection in the vanity.
The dress lacked sleeves, as most others did, but she needed not to wear an additional pair; there was a coral shawl of tulle that rose from the crest of the bodice to the sides and fell till her elbows, and continued there-from to connect at the dip of her back (making the appearance of sleeves).
From the end thereof, there were long and passive ruffles of such soft fabric making way till the bottom of the skirts where there was a long slit granted for the comfort of walking.
