While Kell tried to make himself unobtrusive, Calla watched Neria, noticing as she always did. She nodded as Neria spoke, watching carefully what she most lingered on, what she gravitated toward.
There were people who chose what they liked, and there were people who chose what they thought they should. When Lila had come she had brushed aside all of Calla's suggestions to pick up the least suitable of garments -- this was going to be different.
Calla nodded, taking in the ideas, the wants, then disappeared among the racks, her braids and shining mask dipping in and out of sight. Kell shifted from his place near the wall. He had no idea.
"Master Kell," said Calla, "What was Miss Neria wearing? First meeting?"
Kell frowned, trying to remember that far back.
"Dirt," he answered, and Calla didn't laugh. She only barely paused in her shuffling.
Kell gave Neria a helpless look. He didn't remember.
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There were people who chose what they liked, and there were people who chose what they thought they should. When Lila had come she had brushed aside all of Calla's suggestions to pick up the least suitable of garments -- this was going to be different.
Calla nodded, taking in the ideas, the wants, then disappeared among the racks, her braids and shining mask dipping in and out of sight. Kell shifted from his place near the wall. He had no idea.
"Master Kell," said Calla, "What was Miss Neria wearing? First meeting?"
Kell frowned, trying to remember that far back.
"Dirt," he answered, and Calla didn't laugh. She only barely paused in her shuffling.
Kell gave Neria a helpless look. He didn't remember.