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Up until this point, Calliope had bathed herself, assumed a new set of clothes, and retrieved her armors, weapons, and her prized river-valley stone for the road ahead. The dawn caste habitually turned the stone over and over in the pocket of her new outfit. It seemed the spirits had no trouble fashioning an outfit fit for a Gladan soldier. It was black like the robes she wore before: a kimono-like military garb, with a thick, reinforced, leather corset that bowed with the shape of her waist, and tied neatly on the front of her shape. Stemming in all directions from her core were silvery designs, so thin, they had to catch the light in order to be noticed. Her shoulders were padded with black horned saddle-pads, traditional to the Gladan military culture. Calliope was pleased with the look. She thought Nāgasāni and her team, for what it’s worth, had at least some taste for fashion.

On top of it all, Calliope had just about every weapon she owned strapped to her: her sword case, slung across her chest, and two odachi blades sheathed on either side of her hip, her forearms plated with discreet leather gauntlets which feathered up into scale-like patterns.

She strode down to the beach with a few of her new companions, Astrid included. Her stature was prideful, marching down to the boat dock where the new arrivals lay waiting for the rest of the party. Calliope wondered if these new companions would be anything like the ...”fascinating” characters she already met. Calliope sighed, and ceased turning the smooth stone in her pocket. Instead, one pink hand rested on the hilt of one of her blades at all times.