Today is a momentous day for Odile. Her caretakers decided she was fit enough to be brought out of the dark back halls of the Spring temple.

Maybe "tamed enough" is the better phrase.

They've swathed her in heavy folds of robe and given her a nearly opaque veil. The close confinement is making her uncomfortable--she prefers being naked, thank you--but she sits quietly for now, content to breathe the fresh air she's been locked away from for several years. At least the small, open courtyard has a breeze blowing through it, else the stifling robe would be unbearable. Argh!