#siri threads.

what she was wearing, could barely be considered a dress, but it was important the same image the crafted for the court of nightmares was the same one that was worn here, and so the barely there dress did it's job well enough and the general was doing her best not to sulk over it. at least her gown was on theme, at least a little, but she had seen several members of her own inner circle that seemed to have taken extended liberties with the dress code. "that's your interpretation of spring?" she asked the second of the night court, brows flared in amusement as her head tilted towards him. "how, festive, of you."