Dressed in a long white gown with a long, dragging court train, Cill descended her auburn carriage. Followed by three servants lifting the sweep of her dress, she walked along the city walls with her hands neatly folded. The entire place had been emptied, and her frame was obscured by a curtain carried by a couple of soldiers. Not just anyone could lay their eyes on a sage, and that stood especially true for Cill as the Mediora sage had taken an inclining liking to her.
'All this charade… Dressing me like a bride.' With a jerk of her arm, she dragged the loose long sleeves in front of her body. Walking through the gate that led inside the walls, Cill kept looking around at the guards eyeing her from the corners. Both fear and adoration oozed through their gaze, not realizing that what they were seeing was nothing more than a facade. 'Their height, who told them that midgets can become soldiers?'
