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Amia rose from her seat, nodding slightly to herself. Summer colors. Perhaps a dress of dark forest green, trimmed with gold? Or perhaps a rich wine color, with silver detailing. She already knew that she would wear a light material, something that would rustle in the evening breeze…and maybe even knee length. She would have to consult her friends.

The High Elf smiled, agreeing with Cain as he invited her and her friend, Rhea. At heart, she knew that Rhea was a minor, unofficial, High Elf reject. Yes, the woman was beautiful, but that was where the similarities with others of her own race ended. Some called her an anarchist, and she tended to speak of nothing except for Cain’s own tyranny and careless attitude to Home. Amia knew that Cain would enjoy Rhea’s company, in more ways than one.

Rising gracefully from her seat, she elegantly nodded. “Of course, my lord. Rhea would be honored to attend with me. And I would be honored to dine with you” Amia smiled warmly to her King, as she bowed over her hand, clasped in his.

“I will see you tonight then, my King. Until then…” She spoke in her gentle tone, and left the library. Now…the tailor.

When she was finally free of the confines of the palace, Amia considered riding down to the tailor shop. Yes, she wore a dress…but as a High Elf, she would only be considered even more independent and the public would only be in more awe of her when they saw her riding down Home’s main road upon a horse summoned by herself. The image was pleasing, so she drew in a breath, exhaled, and focused her mind.

The Sun was warm on her skin as she found the image of the animal that she desired in her mind, and the shadows around her loomed, and darkened erratically. It wasn’t the smooth creation of a being that true Summoners could accomplish, but when she opened her eyes, she found herself looking into the dark, lifeless eyes of her creature. The horse was tall, slightly taller than most normal animals, and it was the same darkness that shadows were made out of.

In one single elegant movement, she mounted the horse, noticing how its mane was like smoke, rather than the fine hairs of a real horse. Its ears were a little misshapen, and she sighed. She really wasn’t the best Summoner, but this was the best that she could do for now. Amia smirked at the awed gazes of the men and women around her.