"All this? Good gods, no!" Her laugh is bright and high, a genuine peal. Seemingly automatic and without thinking, Wysteria leans partly down to pat Ruadh on his broad back as he snuffles about the edges of her skirts.

"No, I've just the two trunks there. You see, those. They're the ones we pulled out of the attic some months ago. I'd thought to back a whole other case with more dresses, but I rather suspect I'm unlikely to find my way to any parties so thought it best to forego. I find it best not to travel with more boxes than one has hands to hold on to, lest they wander off while you're not looking."