CREED, The Fiery Storm

A Beautiful Revelation

"Don't forget that only your skin is your own, clothes are just borrowed..." Constino

 It was a beautiful dress with a bronze armour breast and a bottom made of various stripes of light blue silk joined at the waist. Over the dress she had a navy blue mantle with protruding bronze shoulders. She also had on dark blue leather boots with white wool at the rims.

"Your statement sounds familiar..."She commented cynically, "I wonder why?!"

"I've said it or something similar once or twice before..." Jim answered, "And each time it has been the truth."

"Alright...alright, you can relax that nonsense." Duke told Jim.

"You...what did you find in the wardrobe?!" He asked Breala.

"I found a girl..." She answered.

"A girl?!" Duke inquired curiously.

"Yes...she had on this outfit. I told her; 'that's a nice outfit'. She said; 'Thanks but yours is better'. So, we argued and then exchanged outfits. " Breala narrated.

"Doesn't it fit perfectly?!" She asked as she turned around so that they could have a proper all round view.

"It seems tailor made..."Jim replied.

"So...you undressed and exchanged clothes!!" Duke reacted. "I don't buy it."

"Alright, I lied..." Breala confessed. "The girl wasn't nice so, I beat her up and took her clothes."

For a moment, no one could find the right words to say. They all just stared in disbelief. Breala turned to go back in to the Butleope and they all followed.

"You were joking that last time, right?!" Jim asked. Breala just smiled...

"Get in and see..." She replied pointing at the wardrobe. Jim took a few steps back as Breala opened a wardrobe.

"No thanks...I'm not really that curious." He declined the offer. Unbeknownst to him, Duke had opened another wardrobe behind him. He punished him right in and closed the doors.

"Can this one work too?!" He asked Breala while leaning against the door to prevent Jim from escaping.

"Yeah..." She replied. "And you don't need to lean...he's not in there."

"No way!" Duke exclaimed as he retracted from the leaning position.

"Did you really go to Carnia?!" he asked.

"Of course..." She answered, "Where do you think I found the girl?!"

Duke had tried to remain guarded to avoid being tricked. He finally lowered his guard and began to look around for a wardrobe of his fancy- a red one he finally chose. Merrily and curiously, he got into the wardrobe of his choice and the doors shut after him. Breala smiled at herself with satisfaction. Then she noticed Strost staring at her accusingly...