The bed, table, chairs and floor were covered in clothes. Mabon tried to sort her outfits out, but Finnall and Arminas kept snatching things and racing off with them. How was she ever going to get things in order in time? The Fashion Show started at 7 pm. It was after 5, now, and Mabon had to be there early for rehearsal. Askashia had told her about the show, knowing how much Mabon loved showing off her dresses. Mabon had volunteered to be a model right away.
She held up her swim suit and bit her lip. Would Kel object to her wearing this in public? She packed it in her bag, making a mental note to ask him before the show. Finally, two more outfits went in the bag, for the Casual category. For Formal Wear, she debated between her Elegant dress, that she had worn for her wedding, or the Silver Dress robes. The Elegant dress had looked white up in the moonlight of Moonglade, but here in Darnassus, it showed it’s true pink color. As beautiful as the dress was, it just didn’t look right with the white hood and cape. Sighing, she put it back in the dresser, hoping she would have an opportunity to wear it soon.
Now, for the Unusual category, she had just the outfit in mind! Since she and Kel had honeymooned on a farm, she had picked out an outfit that would work: blue overalls, an orange mageweave shirt, brown boots, and of course, her pet pig, Pinky. He really was the perfect accessory.
But… where was the shirt? She hunted through the piles of clothes for several minutes, before a flash of orange color caught her eye. “Arminas, sweetie! That is not a hat!” She giggled and smiled at her son, giving him a bit of silk cloth to play with instead, and gently removed her shirt from around his head. Shaking the wrinkles out, she smoothed the shirt then folded it neatly to go in the bag on top of the dresser, out of reach of curious fingers.
Shoes! Mabon bent down and fished under the bed for her sandals to wear with the Formal gown. She pulled out one, and looked at it, puzzled. Where was its mate? She looked under the bed again, then glanced around the room.
“Finnall! Don’t throw that….” She sighed. Ever since she and Momma had built the railing on the terrace, Finnall delighted in throwing things off. She scooped up her daughter, holding her over her head, grinning. “Whatever am I going to do with you?” Finnall gave her a grin in return, showing off her new teeth.
“Drop something, my love?” Kelandros appeared on the terrace, with a shoe in his hand. He smiled at the scene of pure chaos in his home. “I see you’ve had a bit of help getting ready. How about I take them down to the pond, and give you some peace.”
Mabon placed Finnall in her father’s arms, and kissed Kel. “Thank you!” She ran to get Arminas, who had put the silk cloth over his head, and was trying to climb onto the table blindly. Practically tossing him to Kel, she took a deep breath, hands on her hips, and tried to organize her thoughts. Kel chuckled at his wife, kissed his children, and headed out.
She picked up a few more outfits, and put them in her bag. A quick bath, and slipping her red festival dress over her head, she picked up the bag and raced towards the Temple of Elune, hoping she wasn’t terribly late.
