𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑽𝑶𝑰𝑪𝑬 ~Kix~

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓕𝓸𝓾𝓻

The second calypso entered her shared room with her eleven other sisters the chatter between them instantly died. All eleven girls froze to stare at her and whisper as she walked to her bed by the window. The white sheets were soft under her touch and comforted her. Caroline, the eldest, sighed as she watch the youngest sister. She had always acted like the girl's mother ever since their true mother, Queen Dalia, was tragically lost to them. Carolina crossed the room and walked over to Calypsos and sat next to the youngest sister. She instantly picked up Calypso's silver hair brush that rested on a bedside table and began brushing Calypso's long golden hair. "You really should have been more careful, Calypso. You know how much father worries." The mute girl didn't respond. Slowly the conversations between the other girls began to start back up. "Be more careful next time, okay?" Caroline added, dragging the cold brush through her hair. "And please stay within the palace gates." Caroline stated and Calypso's eyes drifted to the window as her sister spoke. She could see the courtyard and the palace gardens. That's when her eyes widened. She could see the same clone troopers from before, waiting idly in the palace gardens as their Jedi spoke with the senator about her meeting. Her eyes searched for find that one clone who could understand her sign language. Kix. Her eyes quickly found him. She turned to her sister and began to sign to her. "Have Miss Turner draw me a bath and prepare my gowns." She informed her. "I want to spend some time in the garden."

The warm soapy water relaxed all of Calypso's tense joints. All the anxieties melted away as the smell of sweet perfumes filled the air. "So missy, what's gotten in to you? Why do you want to go out into the garden's all of a sudden? You usually only prefer to spend spring time in the gardens, not the heat of summer?" Miss Turner asked as she poured a basin of water over Calypso's soapy hair. "Friends in the garden." She signed to her quickly. "Friends?" Miss Turner replied with a raised brow. "These 'friends' wouldn't happen to be those fine clone men you were talking to earlier today, would it?" This time Calypso only responded with a shrug and the maid laughed. "Oh Miss Calypso. Do be careful with your feelings towards such men. They are not for the finer sides of royalty such as yourself." That was the painful truth. She was right. But Calypso couldn't stop thinking of the way that one clone looked at her. How his honey hazel colored eyes looked into hers. Calypso had to see him again she just had to. "Now, your majesty, I did take the freedom to pick out one of your favorite gowns. The blue one with the seashell and flower prints." Miss Turner said as she gestured to the folded clothes by the tub. "Now I suggest we get you all dolled up for these men that seem to be your 'friends'." Miss Turner added with a wink as she helped the girl out of the large tub.

The white shift hung loosely from Calypso's body as her maid helped her dress in her fine clothes. Miss Turner helped the white petticoat over her shoulders and down to her waist where she secured it by tying its silk ribbons around her waist. The next part was not as enjoyable for Calypso and was also her least favorite part. She took in a deep breath as her maid helped her fasted a pale blue corset around her waist and covering her bust. It was tied tightly in the back and made it difficult for the girl to breathe. Next a brown hip pad was added, tied over the corset and around her waist. Calypso didn't care for this much either but it was part of her favorite gown and according to her sisters these things were "the keys to modern fashion on Atla." A second cream colored petticoat was added to her ensemble and Miss Turner made quick work out of tying it around her waist. A third and final light blue petticoat was added and also secured around her waist. Calypso was growing quite tired of the lengthy dressing process but she knew by the time it reached her third petticoat it was nearly over. Finally the decorative part of the gown, pattered with tiny sea shells and delicate flowers, was added over top of the other layers and pinned along her corset to secure it. Miss Turner then moved on to the golden hair of the princess which she had curled into pin curls. She gathered up all the delicate curls and fastened her hair behind her with a decorative barrette. "There you are princess." She said before handing her a small silk fan as an accessory but also for the intense heat. "As pretty as a peach."