Under most circumstances Kasan preferred to dress himself. While he had grown accustomed to the privileges of being the Hawkfather's brother he would often recall his humble beginnings in which just having a decent shirt was a blessing and would not waste the servants' time doing what he could very well do for himself. He felt he had better taste in color matching anyway.
But today was different. Today was the first day of the Hawkfather Gathering, in which the five Hawkfathers, rulers of their clans, arrived in Manhattan to discuss the fate of the Valos for another year. Kasan wanted to look his best and so stood patiently while the servants bedecked him in finery. But not too fine, he didn't wish to overshadow his brother and the festival of colors would also be today. Colored chalk would be gathered and thrown among the populace to give a bit of life in the middle of a colorless winter. As a public figure he would be one of the ones tossing buckets of chalk into his peoples. It was quite a bit of fun.
His hair pulled up and an elaborate but dull cote over his tunics (to bring out more of the color), Kasan dismissed the servants that they may go enjoy the festival themselves. He passed them extra coins to spend as they wished and bade them well. One more bit of preening before the mirror and Kasan departed the old Empire State Building into the cold and bright day.