[Action/Locked to Penelo]

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[After her standard morning training, Mjrn passes through Lindblum's gate and strides toward the docks. The chatter of the people around her is more distracting than usual, with talk about the airship races and the upcoming ball, but she remains focused. Her pace remains steady and she reaches the docks without deviation, Chit in tow.

Upon entering the airship that has become home for the time being, the young Viera provokes a confused noise from her cockatrice friend as she doesn't head for her room immediately. Instead, she pauses by the room Penelo had chosen. Given the hour, she's reasonably certain Penelo ought to be awake...but knocks quietly, just in case.]

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[Penelo emerges in the gown, her braids wrapped around her head so it's more fitting with the dress. It fits well and frankly makes her look as regal as she'd described it. Yet, it is in fact ridiculously heavy and she has to lift the skirts to manage a walk.]

I don't think I'm meant to wear something like this.

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[Mjrn tilts her head, then shakes it a little.]

It is beautiful...but it does not suit you. You are meant to move more freely, not be weighed down thus.

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I agree.

[A soft sigh, and then she turns to go back. On the way, she pauses, fingering the fabric of a dress thoughtfully.]

You should try this one.

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[Mjrn peers at the dress, admiring the light shade of blue.]

It would be as though I were encased in water. Is the slit too high?

[Viera notions of modesty are far different, but she's aware enough of hume standards now to wonder how suitable it will be for the ball.]