"My darling," Nyrielle said, momentarily stunned by the sight of Ashlynn before her. When Ashlynn arrived in the Vale of Mists, she had nothing, and everything she now owned had been given to her by Nyrielle since her arrival, including her jewelry.
But the Ashlynn before her now wore refined strings of pearls around her neck and delicate pearl studs adorned her ears. The dress she wore, rather than the earthy greens and browns, was a deep ocean blue that hugged her narrow waist before offering up a stunning view of her bosom with a neckline cut low enough to be considered scandalous in places like Lothian March.
"You look beautiful," Nyrielle said, reaching out to trace a finger along her lover's cheek, marveling at the intricate curls Ashlynn's hair had been styled in, adorned with strings of pearls dangling from elaborate hair pins. The entire ensemble gave her the appearance of a goddess of the sea, stepping onto land among the press and crowds of lesser beings.
