Granted, it was a nice skirt, but that was entirely not the point!
Shana uncomfortably followed her nurse through the hallways as she tried to get adjusted to the feel of fabric swishing about her bare legs. She felt... indecent. There were other girls wearing pants, why had she been put into a dress? And not even a whole dress, just the bottom half of one! She would have much preferred her normal clothing from back home to this. She was going to be paranoid all day!
At least it was pretty, she was forced to admit as she stepped outside into the sunshine. The skirt was a deep, earthy brown with embroidered pleats and floral stitching in bright lavender that matched the sweater she wore overtop. Her books were a comfortable worn sort of leather that was soft to the touch. At least that was normal, although she'd never seen an elven lady wear boots with a dress. Was fashion so very different here?
All thoughts of her appearance were forgotten in an instant however, as she laid eyes on the contraption that was supposed to carry them to town. Wide-eyed, she tried to resist her nurse's insistent nudging, but her protests about getting on the iron... whatever-it-was, were thoroughly ignored.
She was handed a paper bag containing her breakfast and promptly shoved onto the thing called a 'bus' and told to find a seat. A seat in the big, unsafe looking... what was this? Was it like a wagon? What moved it? She'd never seen anything like it before.
Finding an empty seat, she ran her fingers over the cool metal on the interior of the wall next to her, trying to figure out what it was made of, and if she could pick up any traces of the magic that had made it, or would supposedly make it move.
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Granted, it was a nice skirt, but that was entirely not the point!
Shana uncomfortably followed her nurse through the hallways as she tried to get adjusted to the feel of fabric swishing about her bare legs. She felt... indecent. There were other girls wearing pants, why had she been put into a dress? And not even a whole dress, just the bottom half of one! She would have much preferred her normal clothing from back home to this. She was going to be paranoid all day!
At least it was pretty, she was forced to admit as she stepped outside into the sunshine. The skirt was a deep, earthy brown with embroidered pleats and floral stitching in bright lavender that matched the sweater she wore overtop. Her books were a comfortable worn sort of leather that was soft to the touch. At least that was normal, although she'd never seen an elven lady wear boots with a dress. Was fashion so very different here?
All thoughts of her appearance were forgotten in an instant however, as she laid eyes on the contraption that was supposed to carry them to town. Wide-eyed, she tried to resist her nurse's insistent nudging, but her protests about getting on the iron... whatever-it-was, were thoroughly ignored.
She was handed a paper bag containing her breakfast and promptly shoved onto the thing called a 'bus' and told to find a seat. A seat in the big, unsafe looking... what was this? Was it like a wagon? What moved it? She'd never seen anything like it before.
Finding an empty seat, she ran her fingers over the cool metal on the interior of the wall next to her, trying to figure out what it was made of, and if she could pick up any traces of the magic that had made it, or would supposedly make it move.