MOON
"You do not look like you slept well." Sybril said to Zina the moment she stepped into the Moon Shrine.
"That is because I haven't." Zina responded brusquely.
Zina had missed sleeping at the place, but with Eldric constantly needing her of recent, she found she could no longer indulge in her escapades.
The elderly woman observed that Zina was dressed in a ceremonial black flowing gown studded with moonstones on the neckline. The gown, while modest, was cinched at her thin waist with an exquisite robe, before flowing down in a pool that the woman would have thought would be uncomfortable except Zina seemed to walk in it with an unnatural grace. The long sleeve of the gown was slitted up until the elbows, lending her a regal younger look.
Zina's long white hair was packed in an exquisite updo, and her eyes were hidden beneath a white blindfold.
"You are all dressed. What is the occasion? Or should I say ceremony?"
