<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7e/Goldenmorningradiance.jpg)<br/><em>Golden Morning Radiance</em><br/></td><td><strong>Name:</strong> "Dawn"<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Illian’s Prismatic Panoply, Market Ward, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Harmony, Fei<br/><br/>It was a rough parade through the Market Ward for an unprotected petitioner in a newly-made body. There was no protection for her toes as they traced the slick cobblestones and found the intimate shapes of lost coins, discarded textiles, bits of velvety parchment and sharpness that needed to be carefully avoided. The embers of an azer's flaming mane had sprinkled her fair skin in white-hot pinpoints, and the ash had begun to soil her just as it turned so many garments of Sigil drab and dark. Most of all, it was the touches of opportunity and the light slaps that left her backside blushing red which left Dawn feeling sticky, worn down, and unclean. It was the more unclean than any petitioner of Arcadia, the tranquility, the Peaceable Kingdoms, had reason to feel.<br/><br/>Dawn did not realize she had found Illian’s shop when she took refuge under a colorful and clean awning, enchanted to repel the grime of the city and preserve a feast for the senses as gluttonous as any yuan-ti celebration. The curious young woman was only obeying her senses like any fledgeling Sensate as she followed the allure of spiced perfume into the Prismatic Panoply, and found the washing bowls of pleasant-smelling water nestled in the alcoves inside. She baptized herself with small handfuls of water, and dragged her anxious fingers down her slim neck, over the rounded shoulders of a body that had been crafted by a god's aesthetic for absolute femininity. A day before she would not have deigned to touch herself this way in private, let alone in public, and with the handmaidens of the shop taking notice. Now she felt sensual, and alive, and her fingers were drawn across every inch of herself to scrub clean.<br/><br/>"There are so many things to experience," she shivered, chill now that sweet water was trickling down her limbs and cooling her narrow back. "I fear I will not remember it all." It was much more of the water than was customary to wash with, and as the ash cleansed from Dawn's skin, she took on the floral citrusy scent. She knelt down, and passed the water up and down her silky legs, between each toe with a politely restrained delight. Her nudity and newness were brought into stark focus, and the tease of a feathery garland against her glistening skin was only making it worse.<br/><br/>It was a gorgeous business. Dawn could not stop her lashes from fluttering as she took in all the cloth textures that called out for a hand to touch, all the expensive tastes that promised to completely reinvent her as a Sensate. The handmaidens seemed to be watching the three of them, and in her shyness the petitioner drew her slippery wet body to her identical twin. "They are looking at us in a peculiar way," she whispered.</td></tr></tbody></table>