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Retarded Fortuna antics. Vaguely pre-game. No spoilers, oddly enough.
A group of girls huddled at the door. They wore long white dresses and wimples and carried a series of bundles in their arms.
“Oh my,” said Gloria, beckoning that they should come in. “What’s this?”
The girls spread the bundles out over the small table in the center of the monastic cell. “Your vestments, Dame Gloria,” said one. She looked the oldest, though it was hard to say, huddled away as they were. “We are to help you dress.” All of them regarded Gloria with a mix of awe and sheer confusion. This confusion seemed especially focused on Gloria’s skirt, which only came to about her knees. She was well-used to this. She slithered past them and bent to inspect her pickings.
“Mm. I am a woman of the cloth,” she said, smoothing out one embroidered sleeve. “And you. You are knights?”
This, apparently, could not have been more off the mark. “Oh, Heavens no!” cried one. Their ringleader shot her a stern look, she covered her mouth, as though it might take that outburst back.
“No, Dame Gloria,” said the eldest, with a measured calm. A sliver of black hair had snuck out from under her coverings. “We are of the Kalina Sisterhood.”
“Not the Order, then?”
The girl turned red. Her companions murmured amongst themselves. “Of course we are! Women of our faith are Sisters. To support the Knighthood as Priestess Kalina supported the Savior in the days of yore…”
“I see,” said Gloria, nodding emphatically. “Except when they are knights?”
“Ah…that…”
Gloria smiled and sifted her hand over her uniform, it stopped over one item. Her lips curved into a frown. “Oh, what is that.” She held it up. It was a long dress. It came to the ankles. Gloria pressed it to her hips and clicked, disapprovingly.
“How dowdy.” She peered over at the sisters and their own white habits. “…no offense. I was under the impression the coat came with a set of pants. Am I wrong?”
The girls exchanged quick, panicked looks. “But Dame Gloria, that is the men’s garb.”
“But how should one move in it?”
“We manage well enough,” said one of the girls, tartly. Gloria looked at her with raised eyebrows. She smiled, showing a set of very perfect white teeth hidden behind her full, perfect lips. The girl shrank back into the doorframe. Her elder stepped between them, face very grave.
“Forgive her.” She looked deeply agitated. “But women of the Order do not wear trousers. It is simply--”
“Not done?” said Gloria, waving a hand. She took up the dress and folded it over her arm. “I see. It is hardly my place to flout tradition, now is it? You may go.”
“Dame Gloria…?”
“Worry not, Sisters. I shall manage the rest.”
A group of girls huddled at the door. They wore long white dresses and wimples and carried a series of bundles in their arms.
“Oh my,” said Gloria, beckoning that they should come in. “What’s this?”
The girls spread the bundles out over the small table in the center of the monastic cell. “Your vestments, Dame Gloria,” said one. She looked the oldest, though it was hard to say, huddled away as they were. “We are to help you dress.” All of them regarded Gloria with a mix of awe and sheer confusion. This confusion seemed especially focused on Gloria’s skirt, which only came to about her knees. She was well-used to this. She slithered past them and bent to inspect her pickings.
“Mm. I am a woman of the cloth,” she said, smoothing out one embroidered sleeve. “And you. You are knights?”
This, apparently, could not have been more off the mark. “Oh, Heavens no!” cried one. Their ringleader shot her a stern look, she covered her mouth, as though it might take that outburst back.
“No, Dame Gloria,” said the eldest, with a measured calm. A sliver of black hair had snuck out from under her coverings. “We are of the Kalina Sisterhood.”
“Not the Order, then?”
The girl turned red. Her companions murmured amongst themselves. “Of course we are! Women of our faith are Sisters. To support the Knighthood as Priestess Kalina supported the Savior in the days of yore…”
“I see,” said Gloria, nodding emphatically. “Except when they are knights?”
“Ah…that…”
Gloria smiled and sifted her hand over her uniform, it stopped over one item. Her lips curved into a frown. “Oh, what is that.” She held it up. It was a long dress. It came to the ankles. Gloria pressed it to her hips and clicked, disapprovingly.
“How dowdy.” She peered over at the sisters and their own white habits. “…no offense. I was under the impression the coat came with a set of pants. Am I wrong?”
The girls exchanged quick, panicked looks. “But Dame Gloria, that is the men’s garb.”
“But how should one move in it?”
“We manage well enough,” said one of the girls, tartly. Gloria looked at her with raised eyebrows. She smiled, showing a set of very perfect white teeth hidden behind her full, perfect lips. The girl shrank back into the doorframe. Her elder stepped between them, face very grave.
“Forgive her.” She looked deeply agitated. “But women of the Order do not wear trousers. It is simply--”
“Not done?” said Gloria, waving a hand. She took up the dress and folded it over her arm. “I see. It is hardly my place to flout tradition, now is it? You may go.”
“Dame Gloria…?”
“Worry not, Sisters. I shall manage the rest.”
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