The robes would be typical of any Stormwind Priestess, a silver-white with blue and gold trim, and silken gloves, soft leather boots tooled with decorative blue stitching, and a gorgeous, thick, white cape. It would be trimmed in blue velveteen, a fabric that must have cost a fortune.
Kethry smiled, after all the time and money spent on her training, it was probably worth it.
A knock on her door shook her from her thoughts, as she jumped up to answer the door. A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped into the room. He bear-hugged Kethry and his booming voice rung out in her small room, "Happy Birthday, my Kethryvaris. My sweet little Kethy isn't a baby anymore." her father kissed the top of her head affectionately.
"No, Papa, I'm not. Did you come to remind me to water the horses? I know, I was just about to get dressed." she smiled at him, knowing his usual, "Keth! Time to feed and water the horses!" was his way of saying good morning.
"No, no, baby girl. Not today. I came up here to give you this." he handed her a small parcel, wrapped in shining purple paper, Kethry's favorite color. She smiled, and ran her fingers over the paper exitedly.
"I can open it now, Papa? Are you sure you don' want to wait until the party?"
Her father sat on the bed beside her, the old slats creaking under his weight. He turned to face her and nodded.
"Your mother and I got that for you. We're hoping it helps you in your training...We're so proud of you Keth. You're setting up to be the youngest healer of your skill in an age, and a Chaplain-Designate, to boot!"
Kethry blushed, "Papa...I'm not THAT great." she began to open the present and then squealed in happiness as she saw its contents. Herbs, every kind of herb imaginable. Also, a set of vials of every shape and size, for storing her Potions in. A smaller bundle, as well, bandages. Rough linen, a smooth silk, and cloth she couldn't even begin to guess at. They must have cost a fortune.
"Papa...I...Oh Papa!" Kethry felt tears burning in her eyes, and let them fall as she saw her father starting to tear up as well. He coughed gruffly and she set her things down on her bedside table, hugging him tightly.
"Anyway, Kethy, yes; the horses. Whenever you get a chance. Just because it's your birthday, Laros won't forgive you! He will still want an apple and you know it!" her father stood then, and walked out the door.
"He would eat his weight in a day if I let him!" Kethry yelled to her father's retreating back. His deep, warm chuckle was all she got in return.
Kethry flopped back on her pillows, grinning from ear to ear. Her cheeks hurt from smiling, and she found herself thinking how lucky she really was.
She knelt beside her bed, letting her Holy magic flow through her, casting her room in a warm glow that mixed with the sunlight coming in through the windows. She said a ferverent prayer that this would never end.