A woman in a red dress standing under a yellow umbrella

Soon we enter a clearing where Daria, Lady Avalon’s handmaiden awaits beside a colorful pavilion tent. At sight of me bizarrely clad in my crude leaf-and-vine garb, Daria’s eyes grow wide as saucers yet she curtsies deeply, the very picture of discretion. “Daria, fetch our guest fresh apparel so she may array herself properly once more.” commands Lady Avalon.