There were not many on the island who were in the mood to wear a mere dress in the middle of the winter. Of course, the winter's here were mild compared to what most people knew from their home but it was no natural invitation to go bare feet. The black dress - one of Rhysand's many gifts to her - was almost touching the floor. A blue scarf was drafted over her shoulders and hiding her otherwise naked shoulders.
"They are hardly to overlook," Katherine said with a smile as she carefully stepped into the room.