The robes were soft, and they smelled faintly of sun and clean linen.
Jin pulled his on over his clothes in the dim central hall of the guest house, tying the cord loosely at his waist. He left both swords on beneath it, strapped close against his side where the folds of cloth hid them. Nobody had told him he couldn't. Nobody had told him anything except that everyone who stood before the dawn wore these.
The others did the same. Seul tugged hers straight with a small frown. Joon's spheres slipped up his sleeves and settled quietly against his forearms. Echo looked down at himself, then over at Jin, and mouthed, I look ridiculous. Yerin wore hers as if she'd worn robes her whole life. Yuna's was too long and pooled around her feet, and she rolled up the sleeves three times before she could see her hands.
Seo-ah was waiting on the porch. When they came out, she looked them over and smiled.
"You look like you belong here already," she said.
Nobody answered her.
