Lirael, not quite trusting Jareth to be courteous enough to summon her when he said he would, was prepared for the feast well ahead of time. Shedding her usual purple tunic, she wore a long silken gown. The material was a deep, deep blue, dark as the midnight sky with tiny stars strewn across it. She wore her hair back and had been more thorough with her makeup than she normally bothered to be.
With a bit of apprehension, she'd chosen to leave her bells behind, instead wearing the Remembrancers' pipes on a thin silver belt around her waist. Truly, the only symbol of the Abhorsen she wore tonight was a small golden key on the belt.
She waited for the telltale 'pull' that signaled her arrival in the other realm.