Teagan tugged at the neckline of her dress, feeling a little foolish. Some of the older girls from the camp had helped her prepare herself for the evening, knowing smiles and giggles abounding. The dress was multiple layers of varied shades of purple, and while it covered everything, she felt more exposed than in riding leathers. She was shorter than even the shortest of them, so a length of blue silk kept everything in place. The makeup was... strange. She'd never worn it before, and having them fuss over her made her feel uncomfortable. And whatever they had done to her hair... so many pins! She couldn't wait to remove the bloody things and give her scalp a good scratching.
Ensieth had alerted Manticath, asking if it was okay for her rider to stop by. Teagan could feel the shadows disapproval, but so far Ensieth hadn't expressed herself aloud.
But her mind was made up. Br'son had been clear, and he'd encouraged her forging a friendship with Z'ash. She murmured a soft, polite greeting to the bronze, before clearing her throat. "Z'ash? It's me," she said, her voice seeming to be more high pitched than usual. "I mean it's Teagan, Ensieth's rider... but you know that, Ensieth called ahead, so of course you do... ," she trailed off, realizing she was babbling, and she hadn't even set foot in his weyr yet.
