Kaidona

 The door to the audience chamber was still firmly shut, the frail lass on the other side fidgeting and fussing nervously at the silken, intricately embroidered garment she'd been given. It was a mix of eastern and old, old Renaissance in design, with old Asian embroidery, long sheer sleeves, and a wide, nearly weightless, flowing hem. She felt nothing short of awkward wearing it beside a naturally nude Reaver, and then a secretary bird Cenjoul who was clad in his own feathers and oddly open-thigh pants. "C'mon," the Reaver began, her voice strangely soft against the Ryuakurei's delicate ears. "It won't be that bad." The Cenjoul's crest fe