All this lace… the fine silk… the special dyes he'd never even heard of. Sir Melchior had said to choose the best, but—was this really alright? Each piece looked expensive enough to feed him for months. Mavis, notorious for his enthusiasm, jumped into planning Sylene's wardrobe with full force, even discussing Mavis's own outfit pairings—but Zirron would have his say later, so Mavis's designs would be fitted in another room with Zirron.
Eventually, Madame Lancia handed the final total to her assistant. The slip was passed discreetly to Lila, who nodded once and left to seek Sir Melchior's approval.
Sylene followed Mavis out of the room, but when Mavis split off to find Zirron with Lancia, Sylene hesitated. His steps slowed.
In the end, he drifted to the yard—wearing one of Madame Lancia's simpler pieces meant for everyday use. Regulus padded along beside him, settling in the grass with a lazy huff while Sylene sat under the old tree.
