Magi - Judar

That damned Magi, he often loved to tease you, regardless of the situation. And today, which was surprisingly calm, was no exception.

You stood by the mirror, twirling around, examining yourself from all sides. You were wearing a dress, mostly pure white, multilayered. The upper layer was a flowing white robe with wide, dramatic sleeves, their cuffs trimmed with gold and white fabric bands. The neckline was V-shaped, edged with delicate gold embroidery that continued down the front edge of the robe, creating an elegant, flowing pattern. Similar fine gold embroidery adorned the edges of the sleeves and created patterns on the fabric of the robe itself, giving it texture and sophistication. The outfit also featured a wide golden sash, cinching the waist and creating a defined silhouette. Over the main robe lay a lighter, cream or pale yellow decorative panel or overlay. This panel was also adorned with gold embroidery. From beneath the white layers, a bright golden skirt was visible. This skirt had a rich textured pattern, and it seemed to be gathered or pleated, giving it volume and a floor-length sweep.

You had been trying for hours at this pace to find the perfect outfit for the upcoming festival, but so far without success.

After trying on a couple more dresses, you fell onto the bed with a weary sigh. This was the first time that finding a dress had become such an ordeal for you.

You stared up at the ceiling of the room and noticed something flying. It resembled a dark moth, completely black. You immediately realized that an unwelcome guest was about to visit.

"Hm, your taste is disgusting, little one," you heard a familiar voice. Your face twisted in displeasure.

"Why did you come here, Judar? To mock me?"

"And for what else?" he replied with a smirk, finally entering the room through the balcony, ignoring all decorum. "What a mess you have here!"