As Neria disappeared behind the curtain, Calla's dark eyes met Kell's across a rack of clothes, searching, assessing, and Kell couldn't quite meet them.
There were no battlefields in Arnes, and there hadn't been since the King had been a young man. Calla knew this; and knew Kell could touch other worlds, places most of London knew precious little of. The look became thoughtful, and then she turned back to her work, selecting more items to put aside.
"Anesh," she said happily as Neria reappeared, putting down the cloth in her arms to go to Neria's side, making an adjustment here, there -- the whisper of magic flowed against her skin, brushing like a cat. The clothes, when she stepped back, fit Neria even better. She smiled warmly and indicated the full-length looking glass nearby.
Kell, meanwhile, was wide-eyed and quiet. A dusting of pink had appeared across his cheeks. After a moment he seemed to realized Neria had asked a question.
"Good," he answered, straightening, looking her over again, eyes flickering back up to her face.
"... very good."
Before he could embarrass himself further, Calla brought the clothes she'd selected to Neria to try on. More tunics and pants -- but a dark overcoat with blue patterning showing through -- slippers and a soft bronze gown.
The last was lovely but not particularly remarkable in this light. It wasn't until one moved the cloth nearer to candlelight that the bronze seemed to warm like bits of sunrise. Even more remarkable was when one shifted the skirts, showing the layers meant to peek through when the wearer moved or walked. They were a deep midnight blue, soft dusky indigo, shot through with bits of winking gold.
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There were no battlefields in Arnes, and there hadn't been since the King had been a young man. Calla knew this; and knew Kell could touch other worlds, places most of London knew precious little of. The look became thoughtful, and then she turned back to her work, selecting more items to put aside.
"Anesh," she said happily as Neria reappeared, putting down the cloth in her arms to go to Neria's side, making an adjustment here, there -- the whisper of magic flowed against her skin, brushing like a cat. The clothes, when she stepped back, fit Neria even better. She smiled warmly and indicated the full-length looking glass nearby.
Kell, meanwhile, was wide-eyed and quiet. A dusting of pink had appeared across his cheeks. After a moment he seemed to realized Neria had asked a question.
"Good," he answered, straightening, looking her over again, eyes flickering back up to her face.
"... very good."
Before he could embarrass himself further, Calla brought the clothes she'd selected to Neria to try on. More tunics and pants -- but a dark overcoat with blue patterning showing through -- slippers and a soft bronze gown.
The last was lovely but not particularly remarkable in this light. It wasn't until one moved the cloth nearer to candlelight that the bronze seemed to warm like bits of sunrise. Even more remarkable was when one shifted the skirts, showing the layers meant to peek through when the wearer moved or walked. They were a deep midnight blue, soft dusky indigo, shot through with bits of winking gold.