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The box itsself was nothing special, nor was the twine used to keep it closed. The twine was familiar though. I had watched a seamstress bind parcels many times over. Watched their fingers gracefully loop and swoop around packages before making the knots. I carefully untied the twine, and set it to the side. I thought that perhaps Pond had purchased a new brown robe for me. Mine had been getting a little worn. I remember saying "thank you" before I even had the lid in motion. As I slid the top off the package, I recall seeing a vibrant pink color. Not at all what I had expected. As I continued to slide the top of the package over, it revealed flowers, and so many fine details. It was the most beautiful work of art I had ever seen in my entire life. In my mind, this was a dress fit for nobility. Far, far, FAR too refined for someone of my stature. I stretched it out over a nearby table, and began running my fingers over every inch of the cloth. I remember using one hand to try to prevent my tears from falling on it, while feeling every detail of the dress with the other hand. I didn't know what to think, what to say, or how to feel. Overwhelmed was the only word I can use to describe what was happening. I turned and leapt towards Pond to embrace him, still sobbing, and squeezed him tight. I am not sure if I caught him by surprise, or if he simply chose not to speak. After a few moments, he softly whispered the word "fate" into my ear. He used a cloth that he always carried with him to dry my eyes, and told me that I should likely go try it on. After all, I had not had any measurements taken. The seamstress was familiar with me, and had used her best judgement. I hurried to my room, new dress in hand. I remember exactly how it felt to put on my dress for the first time. I remember how smooth the fabric felt. How clean and soft it felt on my skin. I remember sitting down to brush my hair after getting the dress on. I remember how nice it made me feel. I remember the hint of perfume the seamstress had applied to the fabric. I genuinely felt loved, much like I did on my birthdays before I left my family back at the farm. I felt special, appreciated, and I felt like I could do anything. I remember all these things. And I want to make more memories in my dress. It is no longer my only dress. It is not made of the finest cloth available now. It is no longer the most vibrant pink it was on that day. It has held up well though. I wore that dress when I first met BatSheba. I wore that dress when I entered the Circle for the first time. I wore that dress when I reached Vanguard within the order. And now, I think, I shall wear that dress when I meet my first student. I think I shall pay a visit to Pond as well. I want to share some stories with him, wearing my dress. LawAndOrder | |