Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
13.Oct.13, 05:48 PM
Casa looked over the blouse Arddra picked up next, curious at the design despite the repulsion she was inclined to feel. It was SMART clothing - the ability to change the sleeves? That would make so many chores more easily managed! Baking pies? No problem, pull to the shoulder! Washing something? Just tie off at the elbow. She hadn't realized how...creative you could get with something like this. And it didn't look awful, even when the sleeves were pulled up! Arddra was really quite a genius at this.
Skipping the modest step of going behind the screen to change, she shrugged out of her tunic and slid the other one over her head, pulling it down somewhat carefully in case it was tight or something. She didn't want to think about tearing new clothing - the punishment for something like that would not be nice. They had few enough weavers in the Weyr that new clothing was a special privilege.
Once it was over her head, she stood up, smoothing it down over her torso. She noted with a frown it did cause her chest to almost swell out, but it luckily looked like it wasn't showing off anything, and it seemed to go very well with the skirt. There was a science to all this clothing, she was coming to discover, and it wasn't a science she knew just yet, but she was already figuring it out. It was like a puzzle...with clothes. Shaking the idea away, she turned to the sandals.
They certainly didn't look awful, but they were no boots, that was for sure. She sat down on the bed again, remembering the trick for tucking the skirt up so she didn't feel like she was sliding off the bed to fall in a puddle of skirt of dust. Carefully unlacing the boots, she pushed them to the side and picked up one of the sandals, surprised at how delicate it felt. Everything was delicate! Still, she pulled them on, cheerfully surprised to find that they didn't make her feel too dumb. These were kinda comfy! Another win-win in the battle against girl's clothing.
Skipping the modest step of going behind the screen to change, she shrugged out of her tunic and slid the other one over her head, pulling it down somewhat carefully in case it was tight or something. She didn't want to think about tearing new clothing - the punishment for something like that would not be nice. They had few enough weavers in the Weyr that new clothing was a special privilege.
Once it was over her head, she stood up, smoothing it down over her torso. She noted with a frown it did cause her chest to almost swell out, but it luckily looked like it wasn't showing off anything, and it seemed to go very well with the skirt. There was a science to all this clothing, she was coming to discover, and it wasn't a science she knew just yet, but she was already figuring it out. It was like a puzzle...with clothes. Shaking the idea away, she turned to the sandals.
They certainly didn't look awful, but they were no boots, that was for sure. She sat down on the bed again, remembering the trick for tucking the skirt up so she didn't feel like she was sliding off the bed to fall in a puddle of skirt of dust. Carefully unlacing the boots, she pushed them to the side and picked up one of the sandals, surprised at how delicate it felt. Everything was delicate! Still, she pulled them on, cheerfully surprised to find that they didn't make her feel too dumb. These were kinda comfy! Another win-win in the battle against girl's clothing.
