Garland look a bit confused for a moment. Usually royalty did not ask her for advice, but she quickly snapped from her dazed and pointed towards a section of the closet.

"Anything formal and functional. Our festivals often involve much dancing, singing and tasting the harvests. Due to our agriculturalist culture, a floral or plant like dress would suit you best. But as I said before, whatever suits your fancy."

She nodded, her eyes looking over all of the dresses. " The pink one will do just fine. "

"Very good your majesty.'" Garland said as she laid the dress out neatly. Cartana prepared Xolia's bed, assuring that everything was in it's place. The two ushered Xolia to bed before leaving the room.
"A guard and I will be posted outside your door should you have a request late tonight. Until morning, sleep well dear princess."

" You both as well. " She said, then carefully got into the bed.

(Skip to morning?)

(sure)

The sun streamed in through the large window and quiet laughter could be heard outside. A small knock sounded on the door.
"Princess? It is time to awaken. May we come in?"

Xolia slowly awoke at the knock, yawning softly but not too much. " You may enter. "

"Thank you Ma'Lady" said the young maid,Cartana, as she pranced in. She prepared the dress the princess was expected to wear and helped Xolia up.
"Princess, we best not dally. You are expected in the stables with the prince in nearly fifteen minutes."

" Its best we hurry, then. " She said, her morning voice already gone.