Kell added, a touch self-conscious, not used to introductions that weren't horribly formal. Calla smiled sidelong at him and squeezed Neria's hand warmly.
"You want to fit in here," she surmised with a nod, looking Neria up and down, taking in the obviously foreign cut and style of her clothes, the rough edges that made her stand out.
Gently keeping Neria's hand, she led her back beyond the panel, to an array of clothes. The style seemed to be a tight bodice and flowing skirts, jewel-tones, but that wasn't all she had out. There were darker colors too, tooled-leather pants and sturdy, form-fitting boots, things more suited for movement. It seemed she catered to everyone from court to merchant to working-class.
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Kell added, a touch self-conscious, not used to introductions that weren't horribly formal. Calla smiled sidelong at him and squeezed Neria's hand warmly.
"You want to fit in here," she surmised with a nod, looking Neria up and down, taking in the obviously foreign cut and style of her clothes, the rough edges that made her stand out.
Gently keeping Neria's hand, she led her back beyond the panel, to an array of clothes. The style seemed to be a tight bodice and flowing skirts, jewel-tones, but that wasn't all she had out. There were darker colors too, tooled-leather pants and sturdy, form-fitting boots, things more suited for movement. It seemed she catered to everyone from court to merchant to working-class.
Calla watched her with large dark eyes, knowing.
"Tell. What do you want others to see?"