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Rose: Never a Dull Moment

Rose was ignoring her annoying Pixie pal Nari and was trying to get back into listening to the current debate going on with the Council (something about how many kitsunes should go over to scout for an embassy location, or something like that) when Rose was again pulled out from pending monatany.

"Your Highness?" a kitsune gaurd spoke quietly and quickly, coming right up to her side and going down to one knee.

"Yes?" she replied, curious.

"We have a few... unexpected guests, and we need to know what you'd like to do with them? We... aren't sure, but one looks like one of the previous guests you kept during your coronation?"

Rose stood abruptly, and quickly signed for the kitsune to lead her to them, and he took off, Rose quickly behind. A few members of the council took note, but Sahm wasn't facing that way and had been keeping notes on the meeting as part of his duty. So Rose only feared angering Kyrre with what must look like another random disappearance. But those thoughts were fleeting. The fact that she had them said something about the weight of ruling that was settling down on her shoulders. But she could never let it rest there long enough to prevent her from slipping out from under it when she needed to.

A few twists and turns, and Rose was brought into the infirmary. She wanted to pull up short and ask why they were brought here, but she was in mostly kitsune mode now- the tail, the ears, the whiskers, and presenting no demon, angelic, or fairy qualities. Her senses were animalistically keen, and she could smell the blood.

She ran forward, and stopped just in front of Flan, who was currently being patched up by kitsune healers. Rose shoved them off, however.

"Shoo- I've got this." Rose said, and was momentarily distracted by an annoyed yipping fox. "And someone calm the fox down, please?" Rose said, quickly morphing into a more fairy-based form. She could see the wound clearly- whoever had found her had found her where she'd been impaled, and had had the sense to cut off the branch and not remove it. But that kind of Healing was always so much more... difficult.

"I really need to double check and see if I have any distant fairy relatives that want a permanent job Healing for my country." Rose muttered, as she placed her hands on Flan a little above and a little below the branch, and then closed her eyes and began the process. She first used wind magic to remove the branch millimeter by millimeter, Healing the area around it as she went along.

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Se'rox: That will Do Fine

Se'rox stepped out from the dressing room for what was now the 18th time. Apparently, neither Raina nor the dress-maker had agreed on what was the perfect wedding dress for her yet. Se'rox wasn't all that interested on what they thought, except that so far, she had agreed with them. Well, with the exception of one dress that she thought was soft, showed what she considered her better features (her legs) and felt (unlike the other dresses) not overdone. But upon seeing it, both the dress-maker and Raina had informed Se'rox that she was wearing what was more often considered a cocktail dress. The dress-maker insisted that that was the kind of dress one needed for the honeymoon, but not the wedding, which just frustrated Se'rox. She didn't care. Until the darn lady mentioned that it was also black. Her reasons for why that was a problem (white means purity, black is for funerals or for at clubs, black is unlucky for brides) all made no difference to her. And then Raina had to go and say that the black dress made her look so washed out, and made her wonder what Se'rox looked like in an Organization Robe. That did it. Se'rox abandoned the cocktail dress altogether.

So it was with trepidation that Se'rox stood on the little pedestal that she had become accustomed to stepping onto for her small audience to view her on. She really didn't care that that afforded them a 360 degree view of her in the dress, what with the mirrors behind her. She just liked the feel of the smooth marble of the platform.

When the dress-maker and Raina did not dismiss the dress out of hand, Se'rox raised an eyebrow.

"Well?" Se'rox asked. "You tell me. What works, what doesn't. The usual." she said, turning around once (as they also demanded she do, usually, despite the mirrors. She considered Raina liked seeing Se'rox twirl.

Raina put a finger to her lips, and turned to the dressmaker. Se'rox lifted her arms in an attempt to get an answer, since the others seemed set on ignoring her. They still ignored her as person, but began to whisper. Something about a part of the dress needing something- the dressmaker mentioned blue. She ran off to the back, and came back with something fluffy and light. Se'rox couldn't even tell what it was- had to be some part of a dress or something she couldn't care less about, but Raina clapped her hands in glee.

"That's it!" she said, and hopped up, still clapping. "It's beautiful!"

Se'rox just shook her head. The dress-maker was flitting about her, now, taking measurements again, apparently in order to fit it to her perfectly. But Se'rox liked it, too. Something about it- the sudden cut in the neckline, the dress being sleeveless, and the way the skirt portion bunched up on itself just under a foot from the bottom. It seemed very intentionally imperfect. Raina was right. It was perfect for a Nobody wedding.

Within a few minutes, Se'rox was able to go change back into her normal clothes, and they laid out a down-payment and left the shop in a hurry. If Se'rox hadn't seen him there for the last hour or so, she would have done as Raina did and walked right past Zuchax III.

"That's over." She informed him, getting quite close quite quickly. She had really been bothered by the time wasted on that task. "We found one that will do just fine. Now we just need flowers." she paused. "So, how did your shopping go?"