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"Why won't you wear a dress Miri?" Daine asked, rummaging through her own wardrobe to find something suitable for that night's party. She discarded one of pale purple and indigo silk, as well as one in a dark forest green - they were too small. They'd been two of the first she'd owned, from several years ago. Perhaps it would be a good idea to clean out her clothes more than once in nearly six years. One of her best friends, Miri Fisher sat on the edge of her bed, her arms crossed stubbornly across her chest.
"For starters, I don't have one to wear, even if I was willing..." Daine held a dress up and examined her reflection before discarding that one as well.
"I'm sure I've got something that would fit you. You're not more than an inch taller than me." Miri scowled.
"Besides, I look stupid in dresses." Daine raised her eyebrows.
"When was the last time you wore one?" Miri flushed.
"Buri's wedding," she mumbled. Daine smiled slightly.
"Those dresses didn't suit you. Yellow is not your color. What was the last dress you wore before that?"
"Some hideously frilly pink concoction when I was eleven." Daine grinned.
"That might explain it. If the dress doesn't suit you, then of course you would look stupid."
"I'm still not wearing a dress Daine," Miri stretched out on the bed and fingered the fabric of one of the dresses that had been unceremoniously discarded.
"You are wearing a dress tonight Miri. It's not everyday you turn twenty." Miri sighed, blowing her bangs out of her face.
"I don't want to. I'm not going to. In fact, I think I just might refuse." Daine turned around, hands on her hips.
"You are going to wear a dress, if it's the last thing I do."
"You honestly think I'm wearing a dress." It was a statement rather than a question. Daine nodded and opened her mouth to speak when she was interrupted by a voice from behind her.
"You're wearing a dress Miri?" Evin Larse asked as he poked his head inside.
"Yes she is." was Daine's prompt reply. Evin grinned.
"Tonight should be very interesting indeed," he mused, half to himself. Miri flushed.
"What are you doing here?" she asked irritably and he smiled secretively, looking rather pleased with himself.
"Can't tell you that, it'd give away the surprise." He glanced around the room, his eyes lingering on the mess spilling from Daine's wardrobe. "Actually, I just thought I'd stop by and see what you were up to. You've been shut in here since breakfast, and I was curious." He eyed them suspiciously.
"Have you really spent three hours looking though dresses?" When the didn't answer, he shook his head. "I don't know how you can stand it. Well, good luck finding something for Miri to wear - she's notoriously picky when it comes to clothes."
"I am not..." Her voice trailed off as he left, whistling. Daine pulled a white blouse from the wardrobe and put it aside when she found a large tear in the sleeve. A few minutes passed in silence before Miri spoke.
"I'm not wearing a dress." Her voice was flat. Daine grinned.
"You don't have a choice now," she said. Miri raised an eyebrow.
"Why not?" Daine's grin grew.
"Evin's expecting you to. Just imagine how disappointed he'll be."
A/N: Hee. I rather like this.