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Their teachers had given them the day off, and the four spent the day lounging on the roof. When the bell rang for the last hour of the afternoon, Sandry got up and dragged Tris and Daja up with her. "Come on, we have to go get ready." Briar looked at her in amazement. "You need TWO hours to get ready?" The baal was starting at the first bell after the supper bell. Sandry looked down her button nose at him and replied loftily "Yes. Mark has your clothes so go get them off her." With that, she dragged Daja and Tris down into her room and sat them down. "Why are we here?" asked Tris mystified. "This is why" replied Sandry, disappearing into Lark's workroom and returning with two dresses. "These are for you" she said, handing one to each of her friends. Daja's dress was crimson in colour, with long loose sleeves. It reached down to the floor, with golden embroideries on the hem. Daja lifted the hem to inspect them more closely and discovered that the embroideries were flames. There were also embroideries on the base of the sleeves. Tris's dress was of the same style as Daja's except in blue. The embroideries were done in silver thread. Tris looked closely at them and saw that they were gusts of wind. She looked up at Sandry. "Did you design our clothes based on our magics?" she asked. Sandry nodded. "What a good idea!" exclaimed Daja. "Did you design Briar's clothes as well?" "Yes. He has a green velvet tunic with silver leaves embroidered on it. Lark and I made all of your clothes." "They're lovely," said Tris, staring at her dress, the first real ball gown she had ever owned. Daja nodded and stood up to hug her friend. "I'll get mine" said Sandry, left the room and returned with another dress. Hers was honey coloured and was of a slightly different design. Sandry's had sleeves that were tight at the top of the arm and flared out at the elbow. She had bronze embroideries on the neckline, sleeves and hem. "It's beautiful. What are your embroideries?" asked Tris. Sandry held up the hem of her dress and Tris and Daja leant forward to look at it. The embroideries were of embroidery needles. "I couldn't think of anything else" admitted Sandry sheepishly. "Come on, let's get ready" said Daja standing up. "Now, how do I put this thing on?" Sandry grinned and started to help them get ready.
"So, is there anyone you hope to dance with tonight?" asked Daja as Sandry did her hair. Sandry blushed. "Niko" she admitted. "Really?!!" squealed Tris. Sandry nodded. "Wow!" said Tris grinning. "What about you, merchant-girl?" asked Daja. "um, Briar" said Tris quietly. Daja grinned. Tris turned to Daja and smirked. "So what about you, trader?" "Don't know" she replied as an image of Frostpine swam into her head. 'Now where did that come from?' she wondered. "Fished!" exclaimed Sandry as she did the last braid in Daja's hair. Daja stood up and looked herself in the mirror. "Wow" she murmured staring at herself in astonishment. Before her stood a lady, not a smith. The flowing sleeves his her arm muscles perfectly. She smiled and turned to Sandry. "I love it. Thank you saati." Sandry smiled at her. "Let's go!"
Their teachers had given them the day off, and the four spent the day lounging on the roof. When the bell rang for the last hour of the afternoon, Sandry got up and dragged Tris and Daja up with her. "Come on, we have to go get ready." Briar looked at her in amazement. "You need TWO hours to get ready?" The baal was starting at the first bell after the supper bell. Sandry looked down her button nose at him and replied loftily "Yes. Mark has your clothes so go get them off her." With that, she dragged Daja and Tris down into her room and sat them down. "Why are we here?" asked Tris mystified. "This is why" replied Sandry, disappearing into Lark's workroom and returning with two dresses. "These are for you" she said, handing one to each of her friends. Daja's dress was crimson in colour, with long loose sleeves. It reached down to the floor, with golden embroideries on the hem. Daja lifted the hem to inspect them more closely and discovered that the embroideries were flames. There were also embroideries on the base of the sleeves. Tris's dress was of the same style as Daja's except in blue. The embroideries were done in silver thread. Tris looked closely at them and saw that they were gusts of wind. She looked up at Sandry. "Did you design our clothes based on our magics?" she asked. Sandry nodded. "What a good idea!" exclaimed Daja. "Did you design Briar's clothes as well?" "Yes. He has a green velvet tunic with silver leaves embroidered on it. Lark and I made all of your clothes." "They're lovely," said Tris, staring at her dress, the first real ball gown she had ever owned. Daja nodded and stood up to hug her friend. "I'll get mine" said Sandry, left the room and returned with another dress. Hers was honey coloured and was of a slightly different design. Sandry's had sleeves that were tight at the top of the arm and flared out at the elbow. She had bronze embroideries on the neckline, sleeves and hem. "It's beautiful. What are your embroideries?" asked Tris. Sandry held up the hem of her dress and Tris and Daja leant forward to look at it. The embroideries were of embroidery needles. "I couldn't think of anything else" admitted Sandry sheepishly. "Come on, let's get ready" said Daja standing up. "Now, how do I put this thing on?" Sandry grinned and started to help them get ready.
"So, is there anyone you hope to dance with tonight?" asked Daja as Sandry did her hair. Sandry blushed. "Niko" she admitted. "Really?!!" squealed Tris. Sandry nodded. "Wow!" said Tris grinning. "What about you, merchant-girl?" asked Daja. "um, Briar" said Tris quietly. Daja grinned. Tris turned to Daja and smirked. "So what about you, trader?" "Don't know" she replied as an image of Frostpine swam into her head. 'Now where did that come from?' she wondered. "Fished!" exclaimed Sandry as she did the last braid in Daja's hair. Daja stood up and looked herself in the mirror. "Wow" she murmured staring at herself in astonishment. Before her stood a lady, not a smith. The flowing sleeves his her arm muscles perfectly. She smiled and turned to Sandry. "I love it. Thank you saati." Sandry smiled at her. "Let's go!"