Maea
Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand
Her lips quirked at the way he dragged on the reply, suspecting either a lack of interest or indeed a lack of experience in the fashion department. Unlike Ronin who had seemed as comfortable in a boutique as he was on a training field, Liam didn't strike her as the effortlessly suave type. It didn't bother Maea in the least. She was just as lost on these matters, which meant she'd just have to go with what seemed nice - no need to make it complicated.
"Usually I go for black and extreme practicality," she informed her blond companion, with a gesture towards the gown. Well, it was black at least; the practicality of the long skirt, plunging neckline and red silk peeking through a high slit over one leg was debatable. "Lace and pristine white seemed the height of luxury when I was younger, but it doesn't tempt the same way anymore." More comfortable hiding her pale complexion these days, she had tired herself of standing out in a crowd. "Maybe... red, or blue? Plain, dark hues, and nothing too patterned or revealing."
Needing a shirt or two, trousers and some warmer sweater, it would take a while to gather up all she needed. At least the bottoms were easy enough; deciding not to mess with perfection she selected a pair of black woolen pants of a flowing cut, and found a sturdy pair of dark leather pants more suited to training and bushwhacking. That left the tops, and whether he liked to or not, Liam would have to help her out here.
"Usually I go for black and extreme practicality," she informed her blond companion, with a gesture towards the gown. Well, it was black at least; the practicality of the long skirt, plunging neckline and red silk peeking through a high slit over one leg was debatable. "Lace and pristine white seemed the height of luxury when I was younger, but it doesn't tempt the same way anymore." More comfortable hiding her pale complexion these days, she had tired herself of standing out in a crowd. "Maybe... red, or blue? Plain, dark hues, and nothing too patterned or revealing."
Needing a shirt or two, trousers and some warmer sweater, it would take a while to gather up all she needed. At least the bottoms were easy enough; deciding not to mess with perfection she selected a pair of black woolen pants of a flowing cut, and found a sturdy pair of dark leather pants more suited to training and bushwhacking. That left the tops, and whether he liked to or not, Liam would have to help her out here.
You're looking at me like you don't know who I am
