Moira enjoyed the hour of talking with her Second, Vyvian was pleasant enough to talk to, and Jalla and her seemed to be getting along just wonderfully. For most of the time, the Representative watched Moira, her and her group barely spoke unless someone engaged them in conversation. Moira found it off putting and tried to not look in their eyes for too long.
Though tall and fair in the Domes, she was short and much more sun kissed than the Odiovitians surrounding her. Many of the others were done eating and the King could eat an entire table of food without stopping, but social customs demand he stop at one plate, raise a glass and commence the dance to begin before the end of the hour.
The Domes' Dinner Ceremonies were simple but elegant: introductions, the seating, toasting your guest, dining followed by a small recess and then the Dance of Colors, which every tradition has a version of the Dance of Colors. The first Dance of Colors was hosted by an old Dark Elf family that married into a pureblood Light Elf family. They danced beautifully and it was a very happy day among the race of elves, the king of their time decreed that every Dinner Ceremony should have the Dance of Colors, to show that color, status, and bloodlines meant nothing.
Moira rose from her seat, curtsying Queen Mother Olvina and her house members before she followed the crowd out of the throne room as she headed up to her chambers. Jalla met her before she entered the corridor looking apprehensive.
Moira's excited smile slowly turned to a frown, she pulled her braid over her shoulder and fiddled with the end hairs.
"What is with that face, Jalla?" Moira pressed, passing her and Jalla followed.
"You have a present and you're going to absolutely looove it." Jalled answered back, heavy with sarcasm.
Making it to her chamber doors, Moira and Jalla see Vyvian already in her room holding a rather small box that looked too small to be anything too important. Accompanied by a man wearing armour that resembled smooth black glass, he had dark brown eyes with shaggy, curly black hair and had very tan skin. He smiled at Moira and bowed, but remained silent.
"You welcome me, Moira Fasi, for I am ever your servant until the day you are ready."
She gestures toward the man next to her, "This is your Odiovitian Guard, he is named Hulmir and he will protect you until the day of your marriage, he does not speak often which I believe is a perk. I have a gift from the King of Odiovitae and Olvina, queen mother. It would be a great honor to our house if you wear this during the Dance of Colors." Vyvian was taller than them all, her blond hair up in a braided bun, not a hair out of place, with a healthy, slender physique, unlike her own.
Moira grew self-conscious of her size as Vyvian placed the box on the table at the end of the bed, revealing a magnificent dress with many sheer silk layers, it was a black plum color with slight hues of purple and pink, and was textured with the tiniest braided hexagons that resembled the Domes' glass shape; the high neckline was lace with plum blossom applique that fell over her chest with a slight plunge down the breast giving her a heart shape.
And with a flick of her hand, Vyvian made the dress come to life and form as if an invisible person were wearing the dress. The train fell to the floor, its wispy layers folding perfectly back over each other, showing the thousand silk plum flowers that made the train. It twisted its torso as if an invisible hand were reaching for something up high and twirled around with a spin of Vyvian's finger.
Moira and Jalla were taken aback with the magic, though the world was filled full with those who possess the magical prowess, the Dome was filled with ordinary humans, with no magic, no powers, there is nothing special about them. Just humans.
Vyvian spoke after a moment of Jalla and Moira looking at it in silence, "Do you approve?" Her blood colored irises roamed over Moira's face, examining her expressions.
"I-" Moira, disheartened at the dress size, looking at Vyvian with a quirked brow and full of doubt, then to Jalla to confirm she wasn't in the wrong for judging the dress. Jalla looked doubtful as well. It was a beautiful dress, the layers were transparent individually, when all together it makes a beautiful color, though it looked at if it wouldn't even fit her thigh.
Noticing their stunned faces, Vyvian, lowers the dress so it was flat on the bed, as if the invisible body slid out of the dress. "Is it too much? I knew green was your color-"
Moira shook her hand at Vyvian, "No, no, it is not that, it's the fact that it is so-" she cleared her voice a bit, nervous to refuse the gift, but Jalla already spoke up.
"Its damn small, you know, it's quite rude to assume some ones size, you're new, I'll give you that, but you have to understa-."
Vyvian gave an awkward glance at the dress then looked back at Jalla, interrupting her rant.
"Oh quite, I agree, but this dress, I assure you, will fit her perfectly, accentuating what needs to be accentuated and hiding what she deems, in other terms, unsatisfactory, all while holding everything in place and remaining comfortable throughout the day. Made from our provinces finest silks and dyes.
"The dark color of the dress brings out your beautiful orange hair, the braid is a perfect look. And your eyes are the palest shade of green I've seen in a very long time. Humans are the most wonderful beings, always changing, never a moment lost..." Vyvian got close, replacing a loose strand behind Moira's ear and stared off for a moment. She seemed lost in thought. "Now, my lady, we don't have much time so would you care to try it on? There are additions to complete the look. May I assist you?"
Moira was still doubtful but flattered by Vyvian's description, and Jalla only watched, not wanting to overstep. Moira smiled, and nodded her head, "Of course Vyvian, you are my new handmaiden, I trust you on making me presentable to our people. My honor lies in your precise hands and I rely on your knowledge in the months to come."
Vyvian gives a small bow, standing up straight and snaps her fingers, the change was instantaneous. Looking in the mirror, Moira sees her chiton turn into the dress that was on the bed, she looks over to see if it's still there and sees her white chiton and lavender wrap in its place. The dress did exactly as Vyvian said it would. It was so airy Moira felt naked, but it hugged her waist and had wonderful support for her chest; it flowed past her feet and trailed behind her, like a river of plum blossoms were flowing behind her. The sleeve ends were dark plum blossoms, unlike the train, that reached up her arms and streams into the dark plum color of the silks.
Moira's face lit up, she twirled around as the dress did before, she felt like she was walking in a cloud. Adding a few plum blossom flower pins in Moira's hair, with a pair of polished silver bracers with the dome vines and silverberry branches embedded in the metal with matching plum colored lace and silk boots, silver plated with identical etchings. Jalla stood beside Vyvian and smiled at the elegant woman in front of them.
"In my many years of dressing princesses and future queens, you could be the most successful I've fitted so far." Vyvian smiles, absent-mindedly turning around to put away the wrappings and jumps at the sight of Hulmir, forgetting that he was standing there.
"Oh! my god, man, you scared me, Hulmir, clear your throat sometime!"