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Great care needed be taken in staving this thick trim away from his naturally pouting lips, ferric as worn sandstone and rested over a slightly dimpled chin. To assume more aspects of his archetypes, Gházil removed a pair of mottled hand-length bull’s horns attached to an elastic headband which he had bought for this occasion from his bureau’s top drawer; their fine narrowing keratin had delicate spirals carved around the entire span of each. He subsequently removed a black damask cloak accented in swirling tufts of goldenrod brocade from the next drawer down, putting on a kidney-patterned cerulean shirt with bishop sleeves under which to wear it. His cloak swished sheer about his body as he draped it over his shoulders, descending around his figure like obsidian flowing over a teal-hammer reef as it forms an infant ocean island. With his outfit complete, he drew the cloak tighter over himself and ambled toward his patio’s railing with a mandarin’s deadened steps and in characteristic deliberation, sliding on a carnelian index ring engraved with two intersecting waw. With his signet affixed, Gházil thought over the logistics of this special night’s edicts, now focusing with purpose upon his villa’s environs.
