“She’s barely left that room for two days.” Vilhylm said, “I can’t imagine something’s going to have significantly changed in such a short time.”
“Maybe not, but I ain’t gonna be the one to mess up my part,” Reed said, helping himself to a glass of wine. “We’re all supposed to be escorts. You’re all guards of one nature or another; that sounds easy enough to me. I gotta be like a runner or something; hopefully, I can chat up some of the servants.”
“None of us have to change who we appear to be.” Holt said, “She is undertaking a much more difficult task.”
“I’m certainly not a guard.” Connor said, “I should probably just stay behind so I don’t mess anything up.”
The door to Callindra’s room swung open, and a vision in forest green silk with a matching handbag hanging from her right wrist on a delicate silver chain swept into the room. The lines of her dress made a gentle hourglass shape, the bodice and skirt accentuating her figure. Velvet slippers peeked out from the gold-embroidered hem. Subtle touches of color highlighted her cheekbones and the seafoam green of her eyes.
“You shall indeed remain here and employ your arcane talents to study our situation further.” She said, “The rest of you are to attend me at Lady ‘Orien’s ball. Accord yourselves well and do not embarrass me.”
They all stared at her in momentary shock. Reed was the first to find his voice. “Callindra? You actually look like a Courtier. Gods and bloody demons, you SOUND like a Courtier.”
“Language Reed. Holt, please close your mouth before you catch flies.” The corner of her mouth quirked, and she started to laugh. “By the nine hells, you should see your faces!”
“You’ve worked very hard, and the results are plain to see.” Vilhylm said with a smile, “I didn’t think you could accomplish so much in such a short time, you will do us all proud.”
Callindra gave him a hug, a slight flush coloring her cheeks. “I feel so bedamned awkward.”
“You look the part quite well,” Holt said, seeming to recover from his shock. “Hiding your sword in your magical bag is brilliant.”
“We need to be ready to depart shortly.” She said, falling back into character. “Please make yourselves presentable.”
Callindra moved to a table and sat primly, gesturing for Rrayu to bring her refreshment. The others looked at her for a moment before realizing she was serious. They left to make final preparations before presenting themselves for Rrayu’s appraisal. She made minor adjustments, straightening and smoothing before sighing that they’d do.
“My Lady, I have asked for transport to be brought, they should be out front now,” Rrayu said, giving Callindra a final once over. “Gods all bless.”