"No. Did you?" Dawn's eyes shifted from her hands to Saerian, where he stood. Slowly, she rose and brushed off the full skirt of her long dress. It looked almost like a nightgown, almost like something a Victorian lady would have worn. There was lace at her wrists.
"I haven't practiced very much," she said matter-of-factly. "At all, actually. I wasn't even sure I still had any of that after-"