21.Jul.19, 05:47 PM
Sariel needed a few hairpins to get her hair to cooperate but she won in the end. It seemed to be quite a struggle today. With her hair finished, she smoothed out the long green dress she'd picked out to wear to the Gather at Telgar Hold. Square necked with the waist just below her breasts, it swirled around her ankles as she moved. The emerald green of it was somehow quite refreshing and soothing. She had to bring something for between or nightfall, so she chose a gold and green pashmina and wore it close to her neck with the rest draped behind her in separate tails.
With a final flick of her fingers, she nodded, snagged her marks she allowed herself to have for the day, and moved to get a lift.
The trip was quick between and the coldness would settle into her bones for a while. Bless them for having hot klah ready, she could have kissed them all. The brown who had brought her snuffled at her and she grinned. He was such an amazingly deep brown, that she cursed not having her sketch pad with her. He knew he was beautiful, too, and preened with the compliment.
Meandering about the Gather, stepping lightly in her brilliant emerald slippers, she inspected goods here and there as she wandered and waited for L'gan. He was ferrying a great deal, it seemed, in.
Normally, she didn't buy a thing. Her marks were spent on others. Maybe she could find something functionally beautiful. L'gan might appreciate something like that. There had to be a stall around here that could easily cater to that. It was Gather, after all, and this is where some of the biggest marks exchanged hands.
With a final flick of her fingers, she nodded, snagged her marks she allowed herself to have for the day, and moved to get a lift.
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The trip was quick between and the coldness would settle into her bones for a while. Bless them for having hot klah ready, she could have kissed them all. The brown who had brought her snuffled at her and she grinned. He was such an amazingly deep brown, that she cursed not having her sketch pad with her. He knew he was beautiful, too, and preened with the compliment.
Meandering about the Gather, stepping lightly in her brilliant emerald slippers, she inspected goods here and there as she wandered and waited for L'gan. He was ferrying a great deal, it seemed, in.
Normally, she didn't buy a thing. Her marks were spent on others. Maybe she could find something functionally beautiful. L'gan might appreciate something like that. There had to be a stall around here that could easily cater to that. It was Gather, after all, and this is where some of the biggest marks exchanged hands.