What you wear is a statement. Especially if you go to Renfairs -- Knitnan.
Sparknight began as a foundry for peace between Nanogh and Mundis Mortalidae. The Plane of Magic and the Mortal Plane. The mortal nobility were charged with attending by invitation in their most extravagant wear. The Arch-Elves of Nanogh were charged with the lighting that would show it off for a maximum of aesthetic appreciation.
The mortals either didn't know or chose to ignore that the Sprites providing that light were pests in Nanogh.
What mattered most to the attendants were the messages their clothing told to anyone who knew how to read it. Many who attended wore their familial wealth on their bodies. Glittering and gleaming in the Faerie light. For centuries, the nobles there weighed each other's worth by how many priceless gemstones they wore as both clothing and jewellery. Until the reign of the Thrice-Sworn King.
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