The morning dawned as she crawled out of the bed in the room she kept at the Red Dragon. Though she had a little plot of land and a home upon it, just beyond the northern city's walls, when it was too late to travel the roads alone she stayed in the room that had been hers at the inn for almost five years.
A missive had been sent to Garet and the other fishermen and dockhands that she would not be at the docks until later in the day.
The sleeveless white dress had been worn the day before and the brown working one was soaking in bucket of spice and salts to rid it of stains and smells of fish from working the docks a few days before.
Instead, the small on blearily opened the trunk at the foot of the bed after it had been made and pulled out a green one she had worn to some of the events. Her own hands had not made it, but sleepy eyes smiled to look on it. No sleeves would be added to it, since RhyDin still steamed with the heat of Summer though Fall was already easing in.
The green dress was left to the end of the neatly made bed so that she could wash. Lightly, scented oils were rubbed into her elbows and knees, just enough to keep them from being too dry, and finishing with her feet.
Hair was brushed and she then wriggled into the dress. She criss crossed the binding of it at the front, midriff area of the very, simple bodice. Hems were at her knees, tickling at the flesh there while the plain strip of black leater was belted about her waist with the coinpouch hanging from it.
S'jira glanced about and took the empty, cloth slingsack from the imbedded wooden peg near the door where a short brown cloak hung. She pulled her light leather summer boots on and was soon headed out, after locking the door well.
Down the hall and then the stairs to the inn's common room that was dormant that time of morning, 'jira moved for the main door's way and out of it.
The cobbled road lead her passed shoppes and businesses, some closed and others just opening, until she ventured into the marketplace itself.
A missive had been sent to Garet and the other fishermen and dockhands that she would not be at the docks until later in the day.
The sleeveless white dress had been worn the day before and the brown working one was soaking in bucket of spice and salts to rid it of stains and smells of fish from working the docks a few days before.
Instead, the small on blearily opened the trunk at the foot of the bed after it had been made and pulled out a green one she had worn to some of the events. Her own hands had not made it, but sleepy eyes smiled to look on it. No sleeves would be added to it, since RhyDin still steamed with the heat of Summer though Fall was already easing in.
The green dress was left to the end of the neatly made bed so that she could wash. Lightly, scented oils were rubbed into her elbows and knees, just enough to keep them from being too dry, and finishing with her feet.
Hair was brushed and she then wriggled into the dress. She criss crossed the binding of it at the front, midriff area of the very, simple bodice. Hems were at her knees, tickling at the flesh there while the plain strip of black leater was belted about her waist with the coinpouch hanging from it.
S'jira glanced about and took the empty, cloth slingsack from the imbedded wooden peg near the door where a short brown cloak hung. She pulled her light leather summer boots on and was soon headed out, after locking the door well.
Down the hall and then the stairs to the inn's common room that was dormant that time of morning, 'jira moved for the main door's way and out of it.
The cobbled road lead her passed shoppes and businesses, some closed and others just opening, until she ventured into the marketplace itself.