ACCORDING TO ASHURA, we are all required in special white for the occasion. But since Lance and I are visitors to the mountain village, the pristine clothes would be provided. A quick trip to the village's own local fitting-house by determined maid servants of the Vesper Manor that same evening, and just an hour later, a polite knock at my palatial guest room ushers in a young girl with finished dresses from the fashion house.
"High Garden's finest! Only the best for our Queen," the girl offers humbly. Before I can thank her, she scurries away.
