"Fyl, not helping," I groaned as I hung my head. My eyes landed on the dark gray tunic with silver embroidery that resembled tree branches which reached down to the middle of my thigh. Unsurprisingly, the top few buttons were opened to accommodate my bust. A glowing purple and sapphire sash around my waist. The tunic was more like a vest as my arms were bare besides the intricate designs of my court on my vambraces. My pants were designed the same as my tunic, but were black instead of gray. My boots were dark leather made from the same material as my vambraces. Both Daphne and I’s clothing were made in conjunction with Fennah and many Veela. To say that Veela felt at home at the Spring Court was an understatement.