The Festival For Mates

Xynathius’s POV

After bathing and soaking all the goodness from the springs. Some cedarwood oil was rubbed on my whole body to give it a lightly glistening glow. Its earthly scent was soothing to the senses.

We then went for a selection of a perfect garb.

Thadieus didn't approve of the one I had brought. He wanted me to wear something along the lines of royalty. Calling on all his royal tailors he made me choose the fabric and colour.

I went with silver and purple shades and instead of a royal cloak, I chose more of a traditional costume.

It was a half-pleated cashmere kilt wound around the lower half of the body with a pleated section drawn to the front. The material was soft and flowed against my skin. For my shoulders and arms, I chose white fur. While a broad silver belt with our pack’s symbol engraved on it was to hold my costume together.

The chest was to remain bare except for a large silver amulet. For my feet, I chose a pair of silver ankle-length sandals.

My hair were p