The soft rustle of fabric echoed in the room as Alyssane slipped into the peacock-green dress that clung elegantly to her frame. The gown shimmered under the low light, its rich colors reminding her of the rolling forests she once dreamed of escaping to as a child.
'Somehow it was always the forests…'
Naria hummed contentedly behind her, carefully combing through Alyssane's damp silver hair with deft, gentle fingers.
"Oh, how lovely your hair is," she murmured, twirling a lock of Alyssane's silver strands around her fingers. "So soft… I adore taking care of you, my lady. You make me wish I had a daughter."
Alyssane frowned, confused, "You've seen how the rest of me looks…"
The scars on her arms and face had faded, but there were far worse ones, hidden beneath the silk of the dress. Marks no one was supposed to see.
