Sonja was unprepared for the weight of the material, the velvet hanging heavily from her shoulders. Yet when she twisted around to see what Ursa was doing at her back, she found that the material moved easily enough. Holding still while the seamstress and maid fussed with the pins, the train, and the sleeves, wondering all the while who had thought that the most unwieldy design is fashionable.<br/><br/>Her hands run across the material, careful of the pins, over her belly and fingers the long sleeves, gently. A grin almost formed when she thought of catching the sleeves on fire when she was working with her fire balls, but the pang that hit her reminding her of her loss quickly wiped the gentle lifting from her lips.<br/><br/>She too begins to eye herself critically in the mirror, and grudgingly had to admit the blue did look lovely with her dark hair and eyes. "You did a wonderful job I am sure. It is too bad the dress is wasted on one who has no business all dressed out."<br/><br/>Turning to get a view from the side, Sonja almost missed the look between Ursa and Greta. Dark brows furrow together slightly as she turns, awkwardly as when the few times she has worn a dress it was a simple calico and nothing so grand as this. "Brought for whom? I really don't want to take someone elses things, especially if its expensive. I am sure that the shift I wear now will be fine." She keeps a careful eye on the two of them, the feeling that they were hiding something stronger then ever now.