Nariana
Working in the Temple of All Gods meant we had to wear the black robes. As acolytes, ours were made of dyed cotton. They were long, reaching down to my ankles, and mostly formless. A hood hung against my back, the sleeves fell loosely around my wrists, and it hid everything I wore underneath, except the red boots that Irila had bought me for my sixteenth birthday.




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