Lenny, This arrived fresh from Suzail this morning. I forget who the seamstress was, but it’s my father’s silk. Even clerics deserve to own pretty things. ~ Cloellia
there’s a tiny gasp as lenny is presented with the present. she opens it slowly, reverently, and immediately clutches the beautiful dress to her chest, tears in her eyes. “ oh, cloe, you shouldn’t have, “ she mumbled into the fabric.










