The Ball

The roses that were on the dresser a week ago were still there. When I reexamined my appearance in the full-length mirror, I realized something was off. Why they don't wilt is a mystery to me. It could be possible that Isabel's magic was what kept them going strong and healthy.

For some reason, I found myself curious as to their intended purpose.

My focus went back to my reflection once more. Having everything so neatly arranged was something I got used to. The heavy jacket and mud-slick boots that matched my animal-skin helmet had become my standard attire throughout my time in Samaria.

I grew up on a farm.

My appearance had changed.

I had my hair in a bun and wore an old dress with a headband. A few curls on one side of my face completed my appearance.