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21.Oct.20, 11:19 PM
“Ooh, that doesn’t sound the least bit pleasant.” He stood and shook off the chill the thought gave him, also shaking away the image that came to his mind unbidden of Zahrah in a flimsy dress, and doing his best to hide the twinkle in his eye. He knew it was impolite to dwell on the idea, but allowed himself to enjoy the lovely image, nonetheless. “Let’s see what we can find, shall we?”
He offered his elbow as they meandered through the stalls, stopping before a promising looking booth with an assortment of thick furs, blankets, robes, and coats. “I’ll be sure to keep my eyes and ears open for news of a clutch and let you know if I find anything.” He nodded to add affirmation to his words. “She’s got a few more turns before she’s able to Stand, right? A clutch should be found by then…” He knew it would be a while, as girls were generally well into their teens before Candidacy, but hoped she would find the thought endearing, if a bit silly. And he did mean it...he’d pass on any news he heard of eggs for sale or trade.
A swath of fabric in a pale seafoam green caught his attention and he picked it up, admiring the weight of it. The robe was long; he judged would fall about to his sister’s ankles. Simple and unembellished, she would find it…adequate. He nodded, satisfied. She wasn’t fond of anything fancy. He chuckled and shook his head. “It would be just like her to want something so very simple.”
He took in the woman next to him once more, eyebrows furrowed in contemplation, before picking up a cloak in a deep indigo that contrasted beautifully with Zahrah’s eyes. It would fall to about her hips, and it too, was mostly simple. Delicate embroidery adorned the toggles, and the hem sparkled with something dainty and shiny, similar to the dress-tunic she wore now. The thick woolen-type fabric would keep the chill out well, too. “What about this?” He opened the cloak in invitation, waiting to see what Zahrah thought.
He offered his elbow as they meandered through the stalls, stopping before a promising looking booth with an assortment of thick furs, blankets, robes, and coats. “I’ll be sure to keep my eyes and ears open for news of a clutch and let you know if I find anything.” He nodded to add affirmation to his words. “She’s got a few more turns before she’s able to Stand, right? A clutch should be found by then…” He knew it would be a while, as girls were generally well into their teens before Candidacy, but hoped she would find the thought endearing, if a bit silly. And he did mean it...he’d pass on any news he heard of eggs for sale or trade.
A swath of fabric in a pale seafoam green caught his attention and he picked it up, admiring the weight of it. The robe was long; he judged would fall about to his sister’s ankles. Simple and unembellished, she would find it…adequate. He nodded, satisfied. She wasn’t fond of anything fancy. He chuckled and shook his head. “It would be just like her to want something so very simple.”
He took in the woman next to him once more, eyebrows furrowed in contemplation, before picking up a cloak in a deep indigo that contrasted beautifully with Zahrah’s eyes. It would fall to about her hips, and it too, was mostly simple. Delicate embroidery adorned the toggles, and the hem sparkled with something dainty and shiny, similar to the dress-tunic she wore now. The thick woolen-type fabric would keep the chill out well, too. “What about this?” He opened the cloak in invitation, waiting to see what Zahrah thought.
