<span style="color: #ff0000">“Oh, well I guess that’s a little better. But I- no, never mind. After the wedding I want to sit down and talk to you and Ophidian if possible. I have some things I want to say but I’m… scared to open up completely.”</span>Ana smiled at Rachel and started drying Karrie’s hair then her own.<span style="color: #ff4dff">“I’ve only ever read about Dalaran. Would they let people like us in? We’re not mages.” </span>Karrie waved at Rachel and conjured a simple but elegant white and gold trimmed dress. Ana gasped and whacked Karrie’s forehead.<span style="color: #ff4dff">“You can’t wear white to a wedding! Only the bride wears white.” </span><span style="color: #ff0000">“How was I supposed to know that? And what kind of dumb rule is that?”</span><span style="color: #ff4dff">“It just is now change it.”</span>Karrie rolled her eyes and the dress turned a deep blue but kept the trimming.<span style="color: #ff0000">“Better?”</span><span style="color: #ff4dff">“Better.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0059b3">“Uh huh. But I don’t know why.” </span>She looked at the dress and nodded.<span style="color: #0059b3"> “Okay, I like that one. Braid my hair? You know how to do that? Um… okay, I think that would be nice. I’m not scared of Ashia but she’s still scary to look at. I know it makes her upset that… I need to be nicer to her, I know.” </span>She slipped out of her pajamas and pulled her dress on, her old clothes folding themselves and floating onto her bed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>