The doors to her rooms opened before she could open to go out. It was her father - wearing, as always, black robes over a black silk shirt and black pants - and belt and boots made of black dragonhide. He wasn't wearing gloves, but when he bothered to wear those as well, they were black. He was...monochromatic, in his clothing interests. Not just because the Archnecromancer was expected to wear black - he was - but because...well, he liked the color. His daughter's penchant for occasionally wearing clothing with actual color was something he'd stopped fighting her on ages ago, but it still struck him as just odd. He'd say it was her mothers influence, but Kasya hadn't been a fan of anything other than black too, so where the hell did she get it from?

"Going somewhere, Amara?"

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(That's roughly what her father looks like.)