There was no time in her memory that she had worn a dress.  No images of little girls in print dresses touched her mind, no photographs of prom night or homecoming events came to reminisce for her, but today that would change.  Forever she would remember today if only for the dress she had been given to wear.  One hand brushed across the simple top with its open collar and folded midline.  One fold slipped beneath the other to disappear at the waist.  A simple black cord hung across her narrowed waist, resting over the wide hips before the dress flared outward.  The taupe color draped over her white flesh, performing a contrast that made her skin seem all the more regal and pure.  A small smile was caught on her painted lips at the image, one that she quickly dashed.<br/><br/>Her bare arms moved in the light while she touched the cotton material.  Muscles developed from years of fighting, of training for wars yet to come showed themselves.  Hard lines built beneath smooth flesh seemed a light contrast to the delicacy of this simple, summer dress.  A hard swallow was taken while she examined herself more closely now.  Part of her wondered if she even deserved to wear something so feminine, so graceful.  Hands tightened into fists so that those muscles along her shoulders tightened.  Though not bare, the tightness of her shoulders shined through the broad straps of the dress.  Her lower lip sunk back between her teeth.  Tilted, almond eyes stared at her with more criticism.  Yet this was another’s day just as surely as it was hers.  Maybe she was not meant to wear dresses, but she would none-the-less.  Perhaps he would approve of the way she looked; somewhere inside she hoped he would.<br/><br/>The full purse was taken into her fingers, slung across those shoulders.  Strapped shoes bearing slight elevation at the heels to show the tone of her legs began to step toward the doorway.  Another deep breath taken while she looked to the mirror for guidance.  Gold hoops dangling from her ears, clearly seen as her black hair was pulled upward.  Strands were folded and knotted into their intricate patterns, secured with shafts of gold and black.  Her chin tilted upward so that the black choker shined in the light at her throat.  Onyx gems matched with the dark metal so create a stark line on her white flesh.  Then she stepped out into the light.<br/><br/>Dedika Tsitvia, once a ban of the mutant community and a recognized terrorist of mutant supporters, now moved forward to attend the wedding of two prominent mutants.  Around her were some of the highest profile members of the mutant community.  Once she would have come here with weapons in hand, but now she only gave a small wave and a simple smile to those around her.  The only thought of violence on her mind was perhaps killing the man who decided that heels with sandals was a comfortable idea.<br/>