She knew her dress had torn, so while she had a moment in the darkness, she would feel for the tear, her fingers plucking nervously at the frayed fabric, pulling both small and long strings out of it. She huffed a little, pulling her clothing down before she turned towards the mirror.
"Its too big," she whispered, followed with a sigh.
Callia hadn't quite meant to make an actual hole in the dress. She never /meant/ to, it just sorta..
Happened.
It always happened when Hael called her to the throne room, and she had to kneel down and give him an update on how her training was and having to be watched by him and his assistants and all the other priests and everyone was there and she didn't want to be there and she needed to do something so that she didn't vomit, which she decided would be destroying things.
She hadn't started with her dresses (which she was running low on), first it had been her nails and then her hands, but someone pointed out she was bleeding with a loud "hey!" once, and that just drew more attention to her.
Which the dress with the giant hole right where her knees were also would, probably more than the trail of blood from before, but she would deal with that when the time came.
Right now Callia had to deal with her dress.
She wasn't sure she could take it to the seamstresses without her sovereign finding out, unless she had a very good reason for them not to tell.
Or a lot of money.
Unfortunately she had neither.
