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Lúnalpa twirled in front of the mirror, sending the purple skirt flying.
“What do you think?”, she asked, looking at Eärwen who sat on a low chair in the corner of the room.
Eärwen eyed her friend critically.
“The skirt is lovely, especially for dancing, but I do not like the top.”
Lúnalpa turned to the mirror again, picking at the neckline of the garment.
“It is a little high on the neck, yes,” she agreed, nodding to herself, “but I like the colour as it matches the skirt so well, and there is nothing else like it available.”
Eärwen frowned, thinking.
“I am quite sure I have an old shawl in my closet in the same colour. Maybe we can make something out of that? It would be a shame to hide so much of you.”
Lúnalpa beamed at her friend.
“That would be perfect! And Emmë gifted me a pearl necklace I could wear, too. I have not had much opportunity to use it until now.”
Eärwen quickly jumped up, taking Lúnalpa’s hand.
“What are we waiting for then, let us go!” She exclaimed, excitedly, “I guarantee we will have all eyes on us tonight at the dance.”