As they did so, the satyrs started to work on their hair.

Theres not much to do with Isieas. Its quite short.

Lise's, on the other hand, was quite long. But it hadn't been washed in the past 4 days, at least.

Once they were done, Lady Weaver said, "well." She sighed. "It's not my greatest work, but I suppose it will have to do. Come here, girls. Stand before the mirror a moment."

Isiea does so, bored.

Lise walked in front of the mirror.

Both of their gowns were shimmering, Isiea's a dark pine green, Lise's dress silver. The material was lighter than silk. It rippled like water with the slightest movement, lacy sleeves billowing out from their arms, barely touching their skin. Isiea's hair had been braided on the sides to meet in the back of her head. Lise's hair had been elegantly curled and twisted into a graceful swirl atop her head, held in place by sparkling pins. A sapphire the size of a babys fist flashed blue fire at her throat while Isiea had an amethyst hung at her throat.

Isiea doesnt comment on it. She just lets out a faint ,,hm. ,, , and thats the end of her commentary.

She looked pretty...but her hair style made the entire thing super uncomfortable. It was so...swirly. And the sapphire was...extremely extra.

"Well?" Lady Weaver asked. "What do you think?"