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Juliana comes crashing into Iri's changing room while her hair is being attended to. Drink in hand, she begins laying into her daughter: "And to think I was worried! I should have never fretted about whether you would make it home or not; you were out rolling around in the mud! And then you went to the Temple? Dressed like that? What an embarrassment you are. You better not pull any stunts tonight. It took quite a lot of work to convince Thelmat d'Orien that you were even half as worthy to meet her son. You better hope you make a good impression; he's a good catch. That Orien boy is going places, unlike you."

Juliana finishes her drink in one gulp before continuing.

"Now, hurry up. You're going to be late for your ride. I spoke to Serra over at the Silverstreak Skycoach Company, and she assured me that you are going to show up in style. She said she'd personally send over her best coach and driver, and I trust her. For the coin she's charging, I'll have to! But money is no object when it comes to a good image, now is it? Don't leave him waiting! Hurry up!"

Juliana leaves Iri and her terrified assistant to talk among themselves.

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"'Mama, I'm sorry' is right! It better have been serious business to have kept you out all day." Juliana Biasharan enters the foyer from their drawing room, a tumbler in her hand. Her tone changes as soon as she sees Irirangi. "Flame keep me, what happened to your hair? Is that blood? What filth! Take off your shoes right now, and hop in the bath. No daughter of mine is going to go around looking like....a vagabond! Now!"

Juliana takes a large mouthful of whatever amber coloured liquid she has in her glass. "Oh, and the smell! Were you rolling in goblin sh*t or something? Get out of here!" Lady Biasharan is frantically waving her one free hand.