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through the night and just be alone for a while. That would be better.
It took a while to get everyone around. The girls didn't take nearly as long as normal women would have, all being in magical gowns and having some things ready to go ahead of time as they did. Except Sherri, who was the slow one. She had the same equipment, but needed to do her make-up and for some reason didn't have a dozen different dress patterns memorized already. Not ones that would be suitable for a fine event in Two Bends. She said the words with a straight face, her ash colored hair already up in a fancy arrangement that Karen had helped her with. She did look good, considering she normally managed about average that way.
Tor laughed, sounding a bit manic, but smiled at her.
"Well, you look great. I honestly don't think you have to worry about anyone from Two Bends thinking that you aren't perfectly well dressed for the event. Just don't touch anyone overly and you'll fit in just fine." He glanced over at the Prince and waved at his nice suit of clothing. It had the royal crest on the front, which was a hand sized badge in purple and gold. The jacket was made of something that looked stiff, and had shiny gold buttons, as well as a decorative sash. That was because his friend was attending as himself, no doubt.
People would probably be impressed.
For his part in things Tor decided that he needed to be a touch fancier than he normally bothered with, so changed his amulet to something just a bit more stylish than what he had on. The material seemed to melt as he focused, thinking about what he wanted it to look like. Black and purple for him. A stripe along each leg, on the outside, shining black boots, a velvet jacket that had strong shoulders on it and black buttons. It would have been alright for the Capital, so hopefully no one would think it was too overdone for home. No one said anything, and Tim just stayed as he was, wearing a black velvet outfit that looked pretty sharp, if not exactly dressy. Terry tried to get away with going in his regular day wear, but Timon shook his head.
"Match mine. It's what you wear when you fly a Fast Craft. At least if you're going to work with me. Presentation matters." He didn't make it a real invitation, but Terry let his own clothing flow over his tiny body, smiling, even though his hair was still a mess. Long, and a bit unkempt. They didn't have time to get haircuts right then though, so Tiera lent them a brush that she didn't need anymore, and they were there to meet Hardgrove in the commons on time with only a little rushing.
Terry didn't need any real instruction to get them home, even though it was already starting to get dark. The rules for flying with a rig at night were the same as for a carriage like they were in. You were careful near the ground and kept as high as you could while aloft. He still didn't go full speed, but they didn't miss Two Bends either, which was kind of impressive. The lights on the ground showed from a long way off, even under the canopy of trees. The house in the back was glowing green on top, which made it stand out, so they were able to settle down next to a large black blob in back, which was Ursula's transport it turned out, as soon as Tor had a chance to look at it closely. Not the largest one, but a fairly standard size thing that could carry forty to seventy people.
They were early, of course, but given the travel times that wasn't too big of a problem, he didn't think. They could go and... Look at the bakery or something.
Or, since his mother had been raised doing things like what was happening, they could also go and listen to the band that was playing in the very large and well appointed sitting room she'd created, and have drinks that were brought to them on trays by rather friendly looking servants.
A girl that looked to be only a few years younger than he was came by with a tray that had what looked like crystal goblets on it.
"Iced apple juice, sir?"
It took a while to get everyone around. The girls didn't take nearly as long as normal women would have, all being in magical gowns and having some things ready to go ahead of time as they did. Except Sherri, who was the slow one. She had the same equipment, but needed to do her make-up and for some reason didn't have a dozen different dress patterns memorized already. Not ones that would be suitable for a fine event in Two Bends. She said the words with a straight face, her ash colored hair already up in a fancy arrangement that Karen had helped her with. She did look good, considering she normally managed about average that way.
Tor laughed, sounding a bit manic, but smiled at her.
"Well, you look great. I honestly don't think you have to worry about anyone from Two Bends thinking that you aren't perfectly well dressed for the event. Just don't touch anyone overly and you'll fit in just fine." He glanced over at the Prince and waved at his nice suit of clothing. It had the royal crest on the front, which was a hand sized badge in purple and gold. The jacket was made of something that looked stiff, and had shiny gold buttons, as well as a decorative sash. That was because his friend was attending as himself, no doubt.
People would probably be impressed.
For his part in things Tor decided that he needed to be a touch fancier than he normally bothered with, so changed his amulet to something just a bit more stylish than what he had on. The material seemed to melt as he focused, thinking about what he wanted it to look like. Black and purple for him. A stripe along each leg, on the outside, shining black boots, a velvet jacket that had strong shoulders on it and black buttons. It would have been alright for the Capital, so hopefully no one would think it was too overdone for home. No one said anything, and Tim just stayed as he was, wearing a black velvet outfit that looked pretty sharp, if not exactly dressy. Terry tried to get away with going in his regular day wear, but Timon shook his head.
"Match mine. It's what you wear when you fly a Fast Craft. At least if you're going to work with me. Presentation matters." He didn't make it a real invitation, but Terry let his own clothing flow over his tiny body, smiling, even though his hair was still a mess. Long, and a bit unkempt. They didn't have time to get haircuts right then though, so Tiera lent them a brush that she didn't need anymore, and they were there to meet Hardgrove in the commons on time with only a little rushing.
Terry didn't need any real instruction to get them home, even though it was already starting to get dark. The rules for flying with a rig at night were the same as for a carriage like they were in. You were careful near the ground and kept as high as you could while aloft. He still didn't go full speed, but they didn't miss Two Bends either, which was kind of impressive. The lights on the ground showed from a long way off, even under the canopy of trees. The house in the back was glowing green on top, which made it stand out, so they were able to settle down next to a large black blob in back, which was Ursula's transport it turned out, as soon as Tor had a chance to look at it closely. Not the largest one, but a fairly standard size thing that could carry forty to seventy people.
They were early, of course, but given the travel times that wasn't too big of a problem, he didn't think. They could go and... Look at the bakery or something.
Or, since his mother had been raised doing things like what was happening, they could also go and listen to the band that was playing in the very large and well appointed sitting room she'd created, and have drinks that were brought to them on trays by rather friendly looking servants.
A girl that looked to be only a few years younger than he was came by with a tray that had what looked like crystal goblets on it.
"Iced apple juice, sir?"
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