Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170802030316/@comment-24685738-20170804022430

Taera strode into the hall, confidently, wearing the golden armor that every member of her family had worn at their graduation since the first hero of their line, Shardbearer. Did she think that she would actually use it as her heroing outfit? Probably not, she didn't want to look like her dad.

Luckily, the armor magically shifted itself to fit the body of whoever wore it, so it looked just as stunning on her as did all her other clothes. Instead of moving to stand by Vin, she stood near Gabryel.

Helaena came in a few moments later, looking a little more nervous in a tight white blouse and tight white pants, collected feathers forming faux white wings when she raised her arms. She had tried to make it herself, not having Taera's parents or anyone to help her, but she had eventually convinced someone to assist her.

She waved anxiously at the assembled group, before rubbing her arms.