Chapel Guest Suite, Carriage Week Day 7, Late Morning
Picorna was assisting the seamstress with the First Sister's dress ("Something elegant but subdued; tonight is for the nobles and I'd rather just fade into the background," Tala had requested) when a messenger arrived at the door.

She curtsied and received the "urgent" message. There had been a succession of urgent messages today and none of them had actually been urgent. Most had concerned Brother Aristos' arrangements for food at the reception that would follow the King's Ball.

She almost put the note aside when she noticed the seal. She looked for Sister Aide Nyllen, but she had stepped out. Picorna smiled. Well, in the absence of the Sister Aide, Picorna was technically entitled to handle correspondance if the First Sister was indisposed. So, perhaps indisposed was a bit of a stretch when describing sitting in a chair while a seamstress measured you.

Picorna stopped trying to justify and simply opened the letter.

First Sister Talavaria's fitting session was interrupted by what best could be described as a squeal from the antechamber.

Tala looked up to see Picorna run into the room clutching a parchment.

"Change of dress plans, First Sister! Elegant but subdued isn't gonna be good enough."

Picorna grinned widely and flashed the letter.

"Not for the Crown Prince's escort!"