3. Little Sister

She felt as if she were playing dress-up. The Azmaria in the mirror stared back at her with wide eyes, her hands nervously straightening the collar of her dress. It was green, with white lace around the sleeves and collar. Satella was behind her, bent so that their heads were together. Azmaria can't help telling her she doesn't feel right accepting it, that it's just too beautiful for someone like her. The woman only shakes her head, a strange, gentle smile crossing her face.

She tells Azmaria not to say such things, because it's perfect.