A/N: Niva is the official name for initiative!Rosethorn (before she was Dedicate Rosethorn) and I chose Irene for Lark's initiative/novice name. If you'd like to know whyI chose this name in particular, just shoot me a message. I'm explain it here, but you're here for the story.
Niva stood by the windows quietly. Her modest green gown complimented her red hair nicely. Her hair was pulled into a bun that gave her a rather harsh look that was softened by the few wisps hanging down. The dress itself was modest but beautiful. The outer layer was a dark green velvet material that lay over a dark blue satin fabric. Swirling petals were embroidered all over the dress with a light green thread.
"It looks lovely on you," Irene said from behind her.
She gently set a hand on Niva's shoulder before sliding it off as she came around to face her.
"It should. You're the one who made it," Niva said, smiling tentatively.
"But I haven't seen it on you before."
Niva sighed and her smile widened. Her fingers danced across her dress, clutching and releasing again.
"Niva?"
"Do you want to dance?" Niva blurted.
The truth was: Irene was beautiful. Her black curls were left wildly free. They stopped just below her shoulder. The dress was a very light purple color, you could almost call it blue. She had a little rogue on her lips and not much else. Like the queen willow, she was the most beautiful thing in the world.
"I'd like that."