Disclaimer: I'm having issues with my computer at the moment, so I can't even copy and paste, the disclaimer is the same as ch. 1
Authors Note: So here's chapter two. It has a lot of description, sorry if it bores some of you. I just love describing dresses. And I'd love to hear from you as well, so if you reading my story's submit some reviews!! What can I improve on?? What do you like?? What do you want to know??
Chapter 2: Preparations
"Ooh Rose, you're so gorgeous!!" Tissy gushed at her older sister. "Murtagh won't be able to breathe at the sight of you." The sisters giggled merrily. They were all in Cicya's rooms getting ready for the ball that would be taking place in a matter of hours.
Rose was standing in front of the mirror, her long white dress shimmering in the evening light coming in through the west window. The skirts bunched on the floor, waiting for her to don her high shoes, and then swept out in an elegant train behind her. The silk gathered immediately below her chest where it was trimmed in gold ribbing. The low scoop neckline, also rimmed in gold, traced around the outside of her arms, three inches below the shoulder. Two pieces of the gold trim connected the front and back across her shoulders to keep the dress on. The sleeves hugged her arms tightly until right above the elbow where they fanned out in large teardrop sleeves, which brushed the floor when her hands hung down.
Her hair had been pulled back into a loose half ponytail and then painstakingly curled, a curl draped from just above each ear, sliding delicately out from under the gold circlet with the white stones hanging down her forehead.
A very complicated array of diamonds made up the spider-web like gold necklace that filled her neck and chest above the neckline of the dress. The array of diamonds hanging from her ears matched the necklace, and her bracelet exactly. On her left ring finger sat the large diamond engagement ring Murtagh had given her only weeks before. She had a very smug expression on her face, as if she knew how beautiful she looked.
Cicya appeared behind her closest sister, her thick, sandy blonde hair was pulled intt a complicated bun around her circlet, where it glistened with green jewels. The emerald green moon and star symbol on her necklace exactly matched the color of her over dress, (and her magick.) The dress was simpler than her sisters. It had a deep V neckline, and split open beneath the waist. The white under dress filled in the bottom of the V, and hung to the floor where it matched the length of the overdress. The sleeves fell just below her elbows and were tight the whole way down.
"You did find a date, didn't you?" Rose questioned in a demanding, motherly tone.
"Yes Rose, I found a date." Cicya replied, then continued, prompted by her sisters questioning looks. "Peter asked me." Rose grinned and slightly nodded her head as if to say it was a perfect match.
"I'm just glad I'm to young to need a date," Aili declared. The dress coving her small frame was a deep blood red. It was strapless and fitted, but the skirt fell to the floor in an elegant drape. Around her waist and hanging to the floor was a bright gold cord, which exactly matched the lacing on her dress that criss-crossed her bare back. Her hair was done in a series of complicated braids that looped and swirled around her circlet. A simple ruby adorned her neck, and rubies hung from her ears and wrapped around her small wrist.
Tissy nodded in agreement, the long blonde curls of her hair bobbing merrily as they danced around her circlet and fell across the shoulders of the deep orange dress. It had a high neckline and long billowy sleeves that started at their shoulders. They were made of a lighter orange, almost gauzy fabric. A series of buttons marched down the front of the oldest dutchess's dress, stopping at the waist. The skirts were constructed of an orange fabric that matched her sleeves. A two-foot wide strip of the dark orange fabric was sewn on top, making circles round Tissy's legs.
The long blued sleeves of Alya's dress swooshed dramatically as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Rub it in, why don't you?" The dress had a rounded neckline in which a small, laced up V was cut. It, like Rose's dress, was only fitted through the chest, then it fell to the floor. The deep, late-summer-evening blue matched the queen's stunning eyes, bringing them, and her circlet, more to life then ever.
Alya turned her head to Adrielle for agreement, but Adrielle only blushed and looked down, unable to deny that she was pleased to be going to the ball with her long time crush, a common boy named James Brown.
The stunning purple dress was a new look for Adrielle, as her magick had just recently morphed from pink to purple, ( a feat the girls had not known was possible.) It matched her simple beaded choker, bracelet and earrings perfectly. The straps of the deep purple overdress scrunched where they met the body, the spread to cover her small shoulders. A lighter purple underdress showed three inches above the overdress, where it cut a straight line across and around the shoulders. Light purple brushed the floor, showing six inches under the dark purple. Her shining blonde hair stood piled on her head above the circlet.
Cicya laughed merrily, "oh don't worry girls, you'll be that age soon enough."
"It's not that bad," Rose chimed in. "In fact, it can be quite, wonderful," she added with a sigh. Cicya nodded in agreement, stepping up to join Rose.
"There's nothing in the world quite. . ." She was interrupted by Alya's loud coughing. "Oh-hkay! After that inspiring speech, lets move out and get this thing over with." Rose and Cicya both shot her accusing glares, and the six girls filed out of the room.