Merry Christmas.
Word count: 234 words.
.81 - Byleth and Sothis and Presents
"Well, well, well, aren't I the merry little one this evening!"
Sothis twirls about in her new garments, baubles and trinkets jingling alike as she finishes with a mirthful little curtsy and a clack of her rosy red heels to accentuate the ensemble.
"Fufufu, who knew mortal frivolities could be so freeing? It has been far too long since I last made merry! Oh, you absolutely must purchase this for the ball! Do so, and I will bestow a most glorious gift upon you in return—the gift... of also purchasing the lovely vestments I have picked out for yourself!"
Byleth exits the changing room, clad from head to toe in a tailor's interpretation of what the goddess may have worn in her time. Considering the lack of reliable artistic depictions, it's rather accurate—barring the numerous adjustments made for the male physique.
"Almost like I stepped into the clothes you just stepped out of," he says absentmindedly, fingers running through the miniature red and white braid in his hair. "I like it—but it's not a suit."
"Hmph," Sothis' face sours. "What a greedy little gift-grabbing demon you are! Fine, I suppose I can bless you with a sterling suit as well. One sure to please the world over and all the sheep in it, provided we can find one within your meager means."
"I can't imagine you're helping much in that regard."