When Dima encircled her, Jade tried her hardest not to flinch away. She did, however, hold her breath. But when the healingmagic began to spread through her, she let out a surprised gasp despite herself. She kept telling herself that maybe there was something good In Dima because he could wield this magic - but oh how he was looking at her made her sick.
The display with the chain had her heart pounding, and she could see by the faces of the nobles around her that they too were both delighted and terrified. The Sultan admired the gold bracelet with satisfaction. She could feel the weight on her ankle, light as a feather but there none the less.
A gentle tug on the back end of her cloak told her that Shara had just given the signal for the revealing. She felt color rising preemptively in her cheeks. She slowly let her wings ruffle, not fully unfurled yet, but OH how they wanted to soar!
Ryvena Guide me, here we go....
Jade lifted and dropped the hood as instructed. Her hair was in itself an impressive piece of art - bergundy waves pulled back with gold pins from her face and twirled in braids and ringlets to the back of her head, where it was dotted with golden flowers no bigger then her thumbnail. Pearls were threaded with thin gold wire to accent the voluptuous layers and waves of it as it spilled from the hood.
Taking a deep breath, Jade unclasped the indicated buckle on the cloak. A tie fell away, dropping the back panel of the cloak between her wings, and as she moved her hand away the rest of the cloak fell easily around her. What it revealed was a vision.
The crowd held a collective breath in her wake. Stunning would be too mild a word. For certainly, everyone seemed stunned - even Jacintha didn't recognize the beauty before her at first, from that dirty, broken little pigeon they collected. But her skin shone with the faint gleam of scented oils, light jasmine and chamomile. Her hair was brilliant, road dust and sand all but a distant memory. And her face, painted around the eyes in a deep crimson to a point by her temples, accented by a sea-shell pearescent white closest to her nose and on the underside of her eyes. The green there popped all the more against such a drastic backdrop. The elegance of her cheekbones and jawline were very very finely painted with rouge to be more evident, and the overall effect was breathtaking.
Yes, Breathtaking. That was a better word. The crowd had to breathe to be able to pass the face and move on to the rest of her. For Mid'gha had outdone herself this time. (She noted with satisfaction fromt he sidelines.)
Jade's shoulders were bare, with rings of very thin white silk cuffed just past her shoulder, bound to the rest of the dress with gold threading and lace. The cut of the dress was low - uncomfortably low for Jade - but it was tempered by a swath of that same thin white silk over top, giving her the illusion of having been wrapped in silk, tempting the eye with barely hidden glimpses. The gold threading pulled from the sleeves to wrap around her middle, allowing for the shapeliness of the girl to be evident. The remaining white silk trailed to the floor in front and behind of her.
Jade wore comfortable undergarments that could thankfully NOT be seen, but above them was a pair of billowing, nearly-translucent gold silk that acted like pants, cinched at her ankles with white ribbons. It revealed much of her legs, so Jade tried not to think about it. There were several other layers of white silk wrapped about her, cutting off at angles to fall upon the floor. They were all trimmed in gold thread, making her gleam. To set it all off, there was a thin, (almost as thin as a few strands of yarn,) sash around her waist of jade-green. The ends dangled down to the floor just behind her, each sporting a tinkling gold bell. She had a pair of long, criss-crossed gold armlets, one for each hand and forearm, and she wore thin gold sandals.
The other side of each sleeve wrapped around the back of her only once above her wings and then rejoined the front of her dress. The ends of the corset linked up again in the back as well, just above her coccyx, again a bit low for the shy Jade. But that left the space between her wings was entirely free and bare, and with them now being free, she spread them wide to a colelctive gasp from the nobility, flashing the varrying shades of bergundy, crimson, scarlet, Sanguine, fire and merlot to them, face turned up towards the sky.
The Sultan's eyes widened in wonderment. "Fly for us!" He breathed.
Jade needed no further convincing. Witha mighty push of her wings, the breeze carrying with it her light perfume, she pulled herself off of the ground and into the air, a smile unwillingly plastered onto her face. Fr how could someone not smile when flying?
Raka felt his mouth drop open and had absolutely no way of controlling it. His eyes went wide and before he realized it he was staring at her. The Pigeon. The ratty little girl with wings. The... young woman.. with... fiery wings... with.... that dress...
Hoping no one noticed he clamped his mouth shut - but he couldn't stop watching her. It was like... something in his heart broke a little to see such beauty.
But... Jacintha did see. And she clenched her hands into fists so tight that her fingernails bit into the flesh of her palms.
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