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"You look rather dashing today," teased Navia. Clorinde was always dressed impeccably, of course, but she had clearly gone all out on her costume for the troupe. "The spitting image of a mystic guide."
"I'm glad you like it," Clorinde deadpanned back.
Navia really did like it. It wasn't the usual duelist's garb she was used to seeing her in, but it somehow fit her all the same. She had swapped the pressed uniform for slim-fitting, purple robes with silvery accents, and ditched her usual hat for a diadem running across her forehead.
It was beautiful.
"Man, I'm really starting to wish I had dressed up now too," Navia commented. "I need to match your pizzazz. The glitz is like… out of my dreams!"
"Not to worry," said Clorinde, turning her head towards the table. Navia followed her gaze to see a gown in shades similar to the dress she wore most days, with jewels of all different kinds sweeping from the waist to the hem. A matching masquerade mask sat at the neckline. "For you."
"Are you serious?!"
Clorinde simply nodded, a pleased look in her eye, but that wasn't enough for Navia. The excitement was bubbling over; the outfit was beautiful and so was Clorinde and she couldn't take it. She ran over and hugged Clorinde tight.
"You're too good to me," she giggled, squeezing her tight. "Way too good."
"Don't be silly. I could put Fontaine at your feet and you'd still deserve more."
"Oh, now you're the silly one," said Navia, smiling. "What do I need Fontaine for when I have you?"