Uilossiel's eyes flickered up to the mirror hanging beside her bed. She blinked incredulously at the reflection staring back at her - raven hair pulled up in a formal knot, clad in a dress the colour of the summer sky, and draped in a white-winged mantle. A new-kindled fire shone bright in her grey eyes, and she held her head with the pride of her father's people, a far cry from her usual unassuming, bookish manner.
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