Style is Eternal 
Ash 25, 124th Year, A.o.S.
Akantha had received her newest shiny from her Aunt Ékhidna, and when she was walked through it, she had been utterly delighted. She had spent hours attuning to it and exploring it with a number of outfits, even forcing her brothers to stand for the Dress-Up Box. There had been a great deal of groaning, to which their elder sister shushed and glowered, but also knew that if they needed or wanted something from her later in the future, she would of course do what she could to acquiesce. And if Akantha put gowns on them via the projector when they were being ridiculous, well, they did of course look decidedly pretty.
It was the day after when a note was delivered to Apprentice Torin Kilvin, who was studying at Tavárinoikos. She had put two and two together when details had came from her always forthright Auntie - who was a definite favourite for that habit - that the Maker behind the Dress-Up Box was Sivan's business partner, who she had met at Suion's festival a few weeks prior. She hadn't had much opportunity to talk with him, though she had Sembled him to get a bit of a feel for him then and there at the festival, and by the time she had left the Royal Pavilion, he and Sivan had departed. She didn't doubt that it was likely because of the young man eating the ecstatic mushrooms, as they had clearly hit him a bit hard, and with his strength in Sembling, it might have been a rather... challenging... experience.
While they said one didn't get a second chance at a first impressions, the note offered precisely that. In flowing handwriting and Mythrasi, was the following:
If he had anything planned already on his schedule, it would have been gently suggested that he clear it rather than decline an invitation to the Palace. She had given him a few days to make sure that it could be cleared, and to let the Masters know - she was not an unreasonable woman, all things considered.
On the afternoon of the 25th, as promised, a sleek, elegant kinetic carriage came to a stop outside of the his place of employment, and one of his fellow students came to let Torin know. It was large enough for two, and the driver and footman would ride up top. It would be a rather easy ride up to the Palace, though she had selected that carriage thinking he might like it more than something that was driven by animals. He would be led in to a large receiving room, where the Princess would be waiting in a comfortable chair, her Dress-Up Box on a square of silk on the table beside her. "Good afternoon, Apprentice Kilvin," Akantha greeted him, standing up. The outfit she had worn was quite different than the one he had met her in a few weeks ago - where she had worn a flowing, blue-grey dress that was cut relatively close to traditional Sol'Valen styles, her gown now had a corseted bodice, white and blood red, with embroidery and stitching raised to resemble vines and flowers from the hems of the dress up to her hips. Long blonde hair was bound and braided into two buns, and oddly, she wore some sort of a mask accessory of red and white on her face. It seemed to be made out of thin tendril-like ribbons of metal or glass, and some of the ends were capped in pearls.
"I understand that you were the Maker who produced this little marvel," Akantha motioned to the seat beside the one she had been sitting in. "Won't you have a seat and tell me how you came up with the idea of storing my library this way?" A servant came up with crystalline goblets full of sparkling juice, placing one for the Princess, and one for her guest before offering a small bow and departing.
It was the day after when a note was delivered to Apprentice Torin Kilvin, who was studying at Tavárinoikos. She had put two and two together when details had came from her always forthright Auntie - who was a definite favourite for that habit - that the Maker behind the Dress-Up Box was Sivan's business partner, who she had met at Suion's festival a few weeks prior. She hadn't had much opportunity to talk with him, though she had Sembled him to get a bit of a feel for him then and there at the festival, and by the time she had left the Royal Pavilion, he and Sivan had departed. She didn't doubt that it was likely because of the young man eating the ecstatic mushrooms, as they had clearly hit him a bit hard, and with his strength in Sembling, it might have been a rather... challenging... experience.
While they said one didn't get a second chance at a first impressions, the note offered precisely that. In flowing handwriting and Mythrasi, was the following:
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If he had anything planned already on his schedule, it would have been gently suggested that he clear it rather than decline an invitation to the Palace. She had given him a few days to make sure that it could be cleared, and to let the Masters know - she was not an unreasonable woman, all things considered.
On the afternoon of the 25th, as promised, a sleek, elegant kinetic carriage came to a stop outside of the his place of employment, and one of his fellow students came to let Torin know. It was large enough for two, and the driver and footman would ride up top. It would be a rather easy ride up to the Palace, though she had selected that carriage thinking he might like it more than something that was driven by animals. He would be led in to a large receiving room, where the Princess would be waiting in a comfortable chair, her Dress-Up Box on a square of silk on the table beside her. "Good afternoon, Apprentice Kilvin," Akantha greeted him, standing up. The outfit she had worn was quite different than the one he had met her in a few weeks ago - where she had worn a flowing, blue-grey dress that was cut relatively close to traditional Sol'Valen styles, her gown now had a corseted bodice, white and blood red, with embroidery and stitching raised to resemble vines and flowers from the hems of the dress up to her hips. Long blonde hair was bound and braided into two buns, and oddly, she wore some sort of a mask accessory of red and white on her face. It seemed to be made out of thin tendril-like ribbons of metal or glass, and some of the ends were capped in pearls.
"I understand that you were the Maker who produced this little marvel," Akantha motioned to the seat beside the one she had been sitting in. "Won't you have a seat and tell me how you came up with the idea of storing my library this way?" A servant came up with crystalline goblets full of sparkling juice, placing one for the Princess, and one for her guest before offering a small bow and departing.
"There is no rose without a thorn."
