Princess Daenya's Nameday

Rhaena arrived at the party. She had actually seemingly made and effort for it, and looks wonderful. Her dress was a deep royal purple, with black and silver sticking on the bodice, and black lining on the skirt. The skirt itself trailed behind her slightly on the ground, and billowed around her, making the majority of her movements impressive and exaggerated, which she was not fond of, but she wanted to make an effort for her Sisers Nameday. Her hair had been properly brushed as well, for the first time in a long time, and was to the side in an elaborate braid, rather than the plain one she usually had to keep it out of her way, though it still reached down to near her waist. Her skin was as pale as ever, and highlighted more by her sisters bronzed toning when they would be looked at side by side. Rhaena wore no make up, but it didn't detract from her appearance, she didn't need it.

As she approached, skirts swishing behind her, she grinned at Daenya and embraced her, "happy nameday, sister, you are slowly gaining on me," she said in jest, and held out a package to her. Daenya would recognise it as pink hair dye. "I am sorry, I was not sure what else to get you, but if you insist on having your hair that colour, you may as well keep it looking well. I think it is beginning to grow on me."

"You had better ask mother," Rhaena said, rarely buying dresses for herself, but her mother always got her one or two, a lot less than she did when she was younger, perhaps realising the waste it mostly was, "Some shop," she said with a shrug, answering as best she could, "You also, look very nice, very... pink?" she suggested, clearly not used to giving compliments about something as trivial as she considered appearances to be. "The colour suits you."

"I am sure they will, if for nothing other than the food... why do you think I came?" she teased with a soft smile, while she also looked to the door "You have nothing to worry about, everyone will come, and bring you lots of nice things, and if not, I am here, which is really all that matters."

"It's one of the things that gets me through the day," she replied goodnaturedly, "I imagine evveryone you invited would come, why would they not?"

"The you you are now more than makes up for that Daenya, do not be worried." Rharna replied confidenly. still looking at the door.

"Definitely, I spoke to the blue haired Sorcoress, she comes from a land that uses slavery, but she didn't really say much that'd helpful. Just that it's better for people to be enslaved than poor," Rhaena confided with an elegant shrug, "But let's not let that talk ruin your celebration."

Adara Dondarrion arrived with her hair piled high, her face enhanced with cosmetics. She wore a light gown of blue silk which clung to her body outlining it to anyone who saw her.

She carried a parcel, a length of pink silk from her favourite seamstress' establishment.

"You are very kind," Adara said, tossing down the silk with a little sigh. She curtsied to the two princesses. "Where are all the men?"

"Oh. Yes. If you like." But Adara sounded a little forlorn as she realised there were no men. "You should choose something daring, something that will make everyone talk about you."

"I say get what you like, conservative, daring, it's just a dress," she said, with a soft laugh, "People will forget about it as soon as you take it off."

"That's not true," Adara said, since she didn't really understand about Daenya's other half. "I've seen you in daring things before. I know I have."

She glanced at Rhaena.

"It's true that men forget what a woman was wearing after she takes the dress off, but sometimes the dress is what makes the man want to take it off."

"Not me no," Daenya said quietly to herself as she sipped her wine. "So what do you think it should look like? The cut and... well, how it sits?"