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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tilmamir" data-source="post: 2539089" data-attributes="member: 31628">Inwe (READYING 21)"Oh my dear… Was I so obvious? Oh my oh my." She mutters and fusses as she leads Inwe through the grounds and to the main house. "My dear, oh I was getting an idea of your size for some accessories you may need.  My Lord Fairweather requested that I help you be presentable at the wedding tonight. . . .Oh dearie me, doubt your intentions? Why? Are you up to something? My oh my… I don't think so."As they enter the low roofed building, Inwe feels somewhat at home here. All the materials are natural, and nothing seems to be wrought or hacked. The wood is more - natural - than it was a tree. The craftsmanship may actually be elven.  Glass and stone, wood and cloth, plaster and paint all harmonize perfectly.  Through the entry and into a set of rooms that appears to be more feminine."The lady's room - rest her soul. Sit here please. [gestures to a chair] Shall I draw you a bath?"She leaves before Inwe agrees, but there is time and the lady seems kind enough. A few seconds later she returns with the sound of water running in the other room."Oh my, my dear Inwhy, I know your name but you do not know mine.  Just call me Bee. Everyone does. [Inwe speaks]  'Inwhay'… ' Inwe'  Oh dear, but I have it now, right Inwe [Inwe nods] Oh the bath should be ready."She leads into a smaller room with a large stone basin set into the ground, looking like a natural stone pool. Water trickles down from overhead down a wall with inset waterfall, and into the pool. The rest of the room is lined with slate, dark marble, and mosses lit by a skylight above. The water is steaming a little."I shall leave you for a few minutes while I collect some things. We can talk when I return." Bee leaves, but still mutters kindly to herself, obviously enjoying waiting on someone again.  Inwe disrobes and enters the bath, making herself cleaner than she has been in a long time. Scented soaps, essence of jasmine and Lilly flowers, and plush towels surround a small padded chair in another corner. Ten minutes later, Bee returns while Inwe is still bathing."My dear - use more soap, how about some salts? Did you find the oils… I can not smell any more so I do not know" she chuckles a bit. "Here is a dress, it may fit you. [looks at Inwe's face] Yours IS beautiful, but it is not proper for the wedding. Oh my no. That must be white! Only the bride may have another color. I guess you did not know. That is okay, dear. Try this on…" She puts the dress on the chair, after it is evident that Inwe is waiting for her to leave, and closes the door on her way out.The dress fits well, if not a bit loosely. After Inwe enters the dressing room again, Bee goes to work again - 200 strokes with a hairbrush, some paste in her hair that makes it smell of lilac and shine like water - especially stunning with the green streaks. Silk sash, pearl necklace, silver hair-comb, just a touch of makeup …  An hour of fussing and chatter later, Bee is satisfied that Inwe is perfect."There my dear - I got it right for you. That is why I was following you - size - color - accessorizing. Lord Fairweather would expect the best, of course. My Dear, you are … stunning. You should be pleased."Inwe looks at herself in a full length silvered glass, and appears just as Bee described.</blockquote>

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