[o] [SE] Changes in the morning

Panacea

Panacea laughs, enjoying The Queen of Torchline's carefree attitude, and seeming disregard of the divine's wishes and expectations. "I am afraid I have let time slip by me, and haven't been as active in creating my outfit as I should have been.". She gets up and makes her way over towards the side of her cottage that her rather large and comfortable bed is situated on. She is not one for many extravagant things, but once she was able to afford a large and comfortable mattress, she spent the money. Her drift wood dresser was just off to the side, next to a wardrobe. Panacea opens it, and reaches for the dress and cloak that she has owned for some time now. The black dress falls just above her knees, with capped sleeves, allowing for decent movement, she has worn it maybe four or five times since she bought it three years ago. The cloak is much older, having once belonged to her mother. It was once a deep blue, almost black, but with age and wear, has become lighter, with various shades through out. It fell to the floor past her feet, and the sleeves went just shy of her fingertips, and it was one of the things she loved most that she owned. 

She walks back towards Flora, and holds them out. "Unfortunately, these are all I have so far. I know they requested it be a robe and a mask, but I wouldn't mind being a little mischief my self." Panacea smirks, and places the items on the table between them, before sitting down again. "I would love your help, if you have the time. And if you had any solid ideas for a mask."

// He who has health, has hope. He who has hope, has everything. //
// Take a breath and let the rest come easy //