169 Strange Dreams (2)

Esme tilted her head from side to side, inspecting the make-up she wore; it was natural, the kohl enhancing her almond-shaped eyes and the light paint enhancing the pinkness of her lips. Esme or Nyx, in her dream, waved her hand in annoyance. 

"Enough, Lyra. My head hurts from dressing up," Nyx muttered. "Father is already waiting for me. I do not understand why I must have my hair done just to see him." 

She ran her hands through her locks, undoing the styling her servant put her hair into, letting her locks fall back down to her waist in waves. Lyra pursed her lips and grabbed the golden leaf crown, placing it upon her head. "Much better. Do not worry about jewels." Nyx tightened the dangling earrings from her ears and looked at her chest where it was usually adorned in jewels, but her father was not a patient man, and it was best to look like she was in a hurry to see him.