The auspicious hour had come and the carriage to escort Chantria to the Tide Temple had already arrived at the castle doors.
The entire estate was once again in an uneasy silence, one that was so prominent, it seemed as though a pin drop anywhere in the estate would echo across the entire expanse.
Chantria stood before the mirror in her room as Gemi busily went around, putting Chantria's attire in order.
Chantria was dressed in a beautiful yet strange attire, it was not the usual dresses or robes Gemi would prepare for a day in the castle or a day out,
This time, Chantria was dressed in a linen shirt as a base with a waxed overall robe made from a strange fabric that had intricate patterns all over it.
The robe was especially crafted to provide as much allowance for movement as possible, it was a warrior's attire as Gemi had said but was made to suit Chantria's magic.
