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Date Posted: 22:29:38 07/18/05 Mon
Author: Vivian(Idaliath)
Subject: ^Conflicting_Emotions

((Am switching Joycce's Irish setter look for German shepherd))

Vivian tucked a long, steel dagger into her tall, polished boot, and examined herself in the shiny metal mirror. The no-sleeved red shirt was tucked into her coal-coloured knee-length breeches, which in turn, tucked into her boots. Her hair was still in a braid, but she had her jade bracelet on.

I still don't see why you insist on carrying that stupid dagger around, but, I suppose I'll hunour you.
Why, thank you, Ida. You know I don't like to be without it.

Vivian removed the tie at the bottom of her thick braid, and began to undo it.
And you would look everso much better in one of those Gather gowns we found. I think the cream coloured one would fit.
It's too big in the breasts!
Then wear the red one.
It's too long.
Then, how about that gorgeous blue?
I guess I'll try that. I think it might be too broad for me, though.

So, Vivian let go of her black hair- only half un-braided, mind- and stroed over to her closet. The hobnails in her boot heels clicked on the smooth stone floor, rhythmically in balance to her stride. She threw the doors open, barely wincing as they clanged against the stone walls. Striding in, Vvian quickly located the gown Idaliath was talking about. It was the darkest blue article of clothing she owned, and also the most beautiful. Whoever had created it had either been paid a great deal of marks, or had too much time on their hands, for it was intricately embroidered in silver and white. The stitches were so fine and tiny, Vivian couldn't even see them. This, obviously, was the work of a Master artisan.
She disentangled it from its hanger, and walked out of the closed-in closet. She didn't like small spaces- she need space, to be free...

As Vivian laid the gown on her neatly made bed, Idaliath looked through the door connecting the two sleeping spaces.
Yes, good choice.
Vivan made no comment as she undressed, starting from her boots up to her sleeveless summer shirt. She stood for a moment in the humid room before reaching for the dress.
"If this doesn't fit, I am so killing you, Ida."
This time, it was the green who refrained from comment.
Vivian pulled the light fabric over her head, and guided it down until she could fit her head through the neck hole, and her arms through the long-but-thin sleeves.
Amzingly, it fit, and it even felt, well, comfortable, would be the word. Which was more than surprising, since Vivian only felt comfortable in breeches and boots.
Speaking of which, should she wear boots with her dress?
She apealed to her dragon. Ida, should I wear boots with these? I don't have anything that would pass as 'ladies' footwear, so...?
No! Go barefoot. It'll drive the boys wild.
That's what I'm afraid of. And- hey! You can't be thinking like that, not at this age, anyways.
Can and will, Vivian. Not, brush your hair out, leave it down, and get your rear end down to th e Hatching Feast.
Okay.
Vivan beckoned to her tiny green fireliazrd, Jewel. The dainty creature alighted on her shoulder as lightly as the kiss of a butterfly. "How's my little Jewel?" Vivian crooned, stroking the green's tin, distinctly-formed headknobs. Despite her tiny size, Jewel was an adult- and did not once let her forget that. Shuffling in her bare feet, Vivian retried the length of leather she used for Joyce's leash, and attached it to the black and tan female. Greyi, her black avian, was sleeping, so Vivian very quietly walked Joyce out of the room, and closed the door firmly behind herself. And it was thus- Joyce in her left hand, and Jewel curled around her neck, facing the right- that green Weyrling Vivan, Impressed to Idaliath, of green Grenith's and blue Golgith's clutch, walked down to the Hatching Feast.

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