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chair.
    ‘Don’t ask
Mistral questions like that.’  Phantasm said scathingly.  ‘She would
only look in a wardrobe if it presented a suitable place to surprise an enemy
from.’
    Mistral
laughed and looked down at her empty plate, ‘Is there any more bread?  I’m
starving!’
    Phantom gave
her an odd look and collected her plate, slipping quietly out of the room and
returning a few minutes later with more warm bread, dripping with butter and
honey. 
    ‘Thanks!’
    ‘Easy though,
or you won’t be able to fit into those dresses.’  Phantom chided as she
bit hungrily into one of the pieces of bread.
    ‘Good reason
to stuff my face then.’  Mistral promptly rammed more breath into her
mouth.
    ‘Please don’t
eat like that tonight.’  Phantasm gave her a disgusted look when she wiped
her hands on Fabian’s shirt. 
    ‘What are we
meant to be doing again?’  she asked with a sigh, running a finger around
her empty plate to catch the last of the warm honey and putting it in her
mouth.
    ‘I’m sure you
know that better than either of us,’ murmured Phantasm, now tugging her hair
into a plait.
    Mistral
sighed, ‘I know, but it’s more normal to talk about things instead of just knowing them.  Otherwise conversation becomes a fairly pointless exercise.’
    ‘Well, you put
this on and then we’ll have a pointless conversation,’ said Phantasm, passing
her a dress.
    Mistral took
it from him with a resigned sigh, ‘See you in a minute.’
    The dress was
a soft grey that she supposed Eudora would have described as “dove grey” or
something equally simpering, but it reminded Mistral of the colour of the
harpies they had hunted at The Festival of the Arcane.  It was made of a
fine wool and had long sleeves and a high neck; quite unlike her wedding dress,
for which she was grateful.  She undid the long row of pearl buttons that
ran the entire length of the back and stepped in.  It fitted perfectly; of
course.  She smiled to herself.  Phantasm probably even knew her
precise measurements whereas she didn’t even know her own height. 
    ‘Ready!’
    The door
opened to reveal the twins looking breathtakingly handsome in dark grey shirts
and black trousers, the austere colours only serving to emphasise their bright
green eyes and white blonde hair.  Phantom immediately walked around to
button up the back of her dress.  She met her own gaze in the huge mirror
and tried to hide a smile as images of the gold satin ribbons on her wedding
dress filled her mind.  Her reflection grinned back and she was suddenly
very grateful the twins were not the ones with the ability to hear thoughts.
    ‘Boots.’
 Phantasm said shortly, passing her a pair of long leather boots. 
‘Like them?’  he enquired when she sat down to pull them on.  ‘I had
something extra added to the sides.’
    Mistral held
one up and looked more closely at the soft black leather, her eyes widening
with delight when she saw that each boot had a perfectly disguised holder
stitched into the side, just the right size for a dagger.  ‘They’re the
best present you’ve ever given me!’  Mistral cried, grabbing her dagger
from her abandoned trousers and slipping it into the holder.  ‘Now I just
need to buy another dagger,’ she smiled happily.
    ‘Hmm, well I
think it would be best if we all went into this banquet armed, after all, you
are going to be there.’
    ‘Yes, yes, we
all know that I’m some kind of a natural disaster.’  Mistral muttered
while she finished lacing up her boots.  Standing up she walked over to
the window to look out and stumbled slightly, unused to the long skirt. 
She peered out of the frost-coated window at the view down over the
valley.  The snow that had been falling all week lay thickly across the
village square.  It would be cold stood out there all day in just a
dress.  She turned around with a frown to rebuke the twins for overlooking
this fact to see them smiling smugly at her.
    ‘We