What do you wear to meet a Supernatural Council? I have no idea. I rifle through the clothes, pulling out a soft grey coloured dress because it feels more appropriate than my usual leggings. It’s got small, capped sleeves and a neckline that scoops enough to give me a flattering cleavage. It hugs annoyingly to my waist and hips, though I guess my body is more to blame for that than the fabric. It comes down, stopping just above my ankles, so it feels nicely covering despite the side splits.
I walk back into the bathroom. Aeron was kind enough to bring some toiletries and I set about brushing my hair and making my face more presentable. I dab some concealer under my eyes, brush my brows and put a smidgeon of mascara on my lashes. I was never one for makeup, but right now, I look a little too pale. A little off. I dab a tiny bit of blusher just to make me look healthy and then call it quits.
I step out from Cain’s room and both he and Aeron are leaning against the other wall, looking at
