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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cerebral Paladin" data-source="post: 3586829" data-attributes="member: 3448">Kit looked down at her blouse in concern, tugging and adjusting it.  “Blast!  How am I supposed to hide a dagger in this stupid outfit?  I know it would look strange if I wore a sword, but I’m not going unarmed.” Dame Pressa coughed.  “A hairpin dagger, perhaps?” “Yes, that would do.” “Very good, Dame Katherine.  It will be the one furthest to the left.”  Dame Pressa continued working on Kit’s hair, carefully piling it up into an elaborate arrangement.  After several minutes of work, she stepped back, looked Kit over, and gave a small nod followed by a smile.  “That will do, Dame Katherine.  If you would care for a mirror?” Kit spent a moment looking at the mirror.  The length of the process and the restrictions imposed by the clothing were more than a little frustrating, but she couldn’t argue with the results.  “Thank you, Dame Pressa.  I look beautiful.” Dame Pressa just smiled happily in response. “Now then… I want to look at those combs more closely.  If someone is trying to attack me, they may have made other attacks as well.”  Kit reached out with her mind, checking the gems on the combs for psionic activity.  Sure enough, she immediately sensed the characteristic energy focused on what were actually small crystals.  With her mind open, she could feel a gentle hum from the crystals, but it was not threatening.  In fact, it was very soothing.  All of Kit’s concerns about the banquet ebbed away.  Kit felt extremely calm and sedate, more so than she had at any time since she met Alistair and the constant threats had begun. “There,” said Dame Pressa as she finished applying the perfume.  “You’re all set.” “Uh-huh.  Yup.” “Are you feeling all right, dear?” “Everything’s fine.”  Kit became extraordinarily cooperative with Dame Pressa. Dame Pressa gave Kit an interminable set of instructions about deportment, how to sit for best effect, how to manage her long skirt, and so forth, and Kit simply smiled, nodded, and agreed placidly, much to Dame Pressa’s relief.  She decided that Kit was one of those ladies who fussed and fretted during the actual process of dressing, but then relaxed and became genial as soon as fully prepared.  She made a mental note of that--knowing Kit’s pattern would make future preparations much easier. Where Kit simply had to deal with Dame Pressa, Alistair was robed by committee.  The chamberlain and chancellor each had their say as to what garments the Archduke had to wear for his first official function.  Alistair noted with amusement that a favorite stuffed animal from his childhood had been slipped into one of the pockets--apparently Mommy Cupcakes was also on the committee.  Alistair simply did as he was asked, knowing that any efforts to control what he wore would simply make things more tedious.</blockquote>

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