V.1.26 (House of Caecilius Iucundus); 4091: Whoever loves, let him flourish. Let him perish who knows not love. Let him perish twice over whoever forbids love.
Jacquelyn quickly changed out of her usual clothes and into the pink dress. And by all the Council, it was restricting. She could barely move, and she suspected it's purpose was to strangle girls foolish enough to keep it on for a long time.
Jacquelyn was genuinely afraid now. She could lie about her name, but what if the older woman knew? She didn't believe in magick. It was just something in stories meant to scare little children perpetuated by these wandering tribes. And she suspected that walloping isn't going to be particularly nice. "Jacquelyn," she finally responded. "And I heard from one of the village adults my father's surname was Faeyoon."
"You know how those shamans are. They send me on a long errand, but they expect me to figure out what they want. Do you know what they said? 'We seek thy holy light of the high lands'. It turns out they wanted water from the well in Mt. Feiyang."