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19.Sep.13, 06:45 PM
As much as Casa wanted to disbelieve what Arddra was saying, she soaked up the woman's words, attentively listening to everything she had to say. The fact of the matter was she didn't have a mother to describe this all to her. There was Elisel, but Elli was often busy with her duties to the riders and could only spare so much time. R'sin was a decent father most days, but he too was busy, and he didn't discuss girls. The end.
So Casa focused on her words, committing them to memory for review later. She would have to think about all the various ideas Arddra had brought up later. She still didn't think she was pretty, but she cut her hair short and wore clothing as long as it was still able to be cleaned and didn't fall off her body in disrepair.
Maybe being a girl was more complex than she had first thought. It had seemed very black and white before, when it was just her and Quenym, running around and doing what they wanted. It didn't involve trying to impress people, or figuring out what she liked in a man. Or boy. Or anyone. She had figured she'd just do her own thing. Quenym had changed that slightly, but wasn't it conceivable that she could just spend forever with him? And not wear dresses?
She took the tunic and slid it on, frowning at the fact it was well-fitting but a little looser than she liked. She handed it back after a moment. "Is there anything slightly tighter? Loose clothing gets stuck on, well, everything." She glanced at Arddra, eyes narrowed. "Why do you wear dresses and lady clothes, Arddra?"
So Casa focused on her words, committing them to memory for review later. She would have to think about all the various ideas Arddra had brought up later. She still didn't think she was pretty, but she cut her hair short and wore clothing as long as it was still able to be cleaned and didn't fall off her body in disrepair.
Maybe being a girl was more complex than she had first thought. It had seemed very black and white before, when it was just her and Quenym, running around and doing what they wanted. It didn't involve trying to impress people, or figuring out what she liked in a man. Or boy. Or anyone. She had figured she'd just do her own thing. Quenym had changed that slightly, but wasn't it conceivable that she could just spend forever with him? And not wear dresses?
She took the tunic and slid it on, frowning at the fact it was well-fitting but a little looser than she liked. She handed it back after a moment. "Is there anything slightly tighter? Loose clothing gets stuck on, well, everything." She glanced at Arddra, eyes narrowed. "Why do you wear dresses and lady clothes, Arddra?"
