**The Game Is Afoot—Eternal Eclipse**
Ember motionlessly stared at her figure in the floor length mirror while Nada and the Mistress of Wardrobe helped her into a sweeping white gown that easily swept the floor.
Nyra circled her like a hawk the way she used to do when she mentored Ember. Her eyes took in every detail of her look, pointing out corrections when need be.
'Switch for a dangling earring.'
'Slight curl the tresses of her hair.'
'That lipstick makes you look too alive, switch for something darker. The more dead you look, the more you blend in the room.'
The mistress of wardrobe, a normally assertive middle aged woman, kept nodding to Nyra's suggestion like a fish in the water. While the wardrobe mistress was a master when it came to styling a diplomat, it was clear that Nyra knew more about Vaskor and their dressing interpretation than they did.
