The small one from the lands of Llothgar was purely and simply elated.
Kitty's wedding was in a day and the lady Azjah was recently engaged to be married. Bells and talk of such things seemed on the air with many, especially as Winter turned slowly to Spring.
A dress had been fashioned from different dresses Lady Elessaria had given her some time ago. Supple cloth of lavender blue had skirts on it just long enough to grace the ground about her feet. Its sleeves were from shoulder to elbow where it flared slightly and tapered a few inches. She turned within the dress and felt the hems of pale blue carress her toes and the topes of her feet. Then she untied the front of the bodice and slipped out of it.
With care, it was hung to a hook out of reach of the Loft's hearth. In her sleeveless shift, the darkly haired small one moved through the room with enough of a pace to cause the fine hem of her shift to flow about her hips and thighs. She reached for the russett, simpler dress at the foot of the bed and pulled it about self.
As she began to tie it into place, she walked towards the window to watch the busy street below. As the ties were finished, she opened the window, just enough to allow a cool breeze to freshen the room. Never was it locked, even when it was closed. The curtains she had fashioned of pallid off-white cloth moved with the touch of the breeze.
Her thoughts were of a mixture of things, from Panther to weddings and dances. New friends made and warm cider by warmer fires. The small one smiled to herself and made her way down from the Loft with a heading meant for the Red Dragon Inn.
Kitty's wedding was in a day and the lady Azjah was recently engaged to be married. Bells and talk of such things seemed on the air with many, especially as Winter turned slowly to Spring.
A dress had been fashioned from different dresses Lady Elessaria had given her some time ago. Supple cloth of lavender blue had skirts on it just long enough to grace the ground about her feet. Its sleeves were from shoulder to elbow where it flared slightly and tapered a few inches. She turned within the dress and felt the hems of pale blue carress her toes and the topes of her feet. Then she untied the front of the bodice and slipped out of it.
With care, it was hung to a hook out of reach of the Loft's hearth. In her sleeveless shift, the darkly haired small one moved through the room with enough of a pace to cause the fine hem of her shift to flow about her hips and thighs. She reached for the russett, simpler dress at the foot of the bed and pulled it about self.
As she began to tie it into place, she walked towards the window to watch the busy street below. As the ties were finished, she opened the window, just enough to allow a cool breeze to freshen the room. Never was it locked, even when it was closed. The curtains she had fashioned of pallid off-white cloth moved with the touch of the breeze.
Her thoughts were of a mixture of things, from Panther to weddings and dances. New friends made and warm cider by warmer fires. The small one smiled to herself and made her way down from the Loft with a heading meant for the Red Dragon Inn.