Maea
And I never know what to say
'Til I'm already walking away
"Okay good. Don't tell anyone, but people in uniform make me nervous for some reason." She grinned with glittering eyes at her young acquaintance, mostly joking but also not entirely. There had only been volunteer guards around market places and taverns where she grew up, no army to speak of because there simply weren't enough people around for it. Most had been too busy surviving to cause trouble - and when guards and soldiers became more abundant, they often adhered to factions she didn't particularly feel good about. But she'd met Koa a few times, knew that Ronin had captained the dragoons for a time, and between Liam, Zavien and Kaisel, her perspective had started to widen enough that entering into the Dragon's Nest felt more interesting than intimidating.
As to the dress, she nodded. "Yeah. It's enchanted to function like armor - you'll see. I hope it fits - " Sizing Noe up and down, Maea thought it should. They were of a height, and while Maea might be a bit thinner in her bone structure the difference shouldn't be significant. With its high collar and narrow, plunging decolletage, the sumptuous velvet fabric lined with crimson silk that peeked out at the slits on either side of the front panel, it was a dress suitable for grand halls and ceremonies - speaking to the slightly eccentric and occasionally wishful thinking of its owner, who never hesitated to drag it through the dust of training fields, forests and battle.
Waiting for Noe to change, the ancient spent the time stretching. Tension had settled into her shoulders at some point and she made a point of rolling out both until subtle cracks of adjusting ligaments sounded, offering immediate relief. Feeling underdressed in the black, high-waisted and wide-legged trousers she preferred when not clad in her dress, and a plain white shirt cut for swordplay, she noticed herself walking as though to compensate for long skirts that weren't there - and sighed. Maybe it was a good thing to train without it. Breaking habits, and all that. She still looked forward to slipping back into the garment; at this point it felt like a second skin.
Type: Grey | Style: Defensive | Level: Upgraded
Valair Armour | A beautiful black dress lined with crimson, stronger by far than it appears. This item blocks physical damage. Requires a 3 post cooldown between uses.
As to the dress, she nodded. "Yeah. It's enchanted to function like armor - you'll see. I hope it fits - " Sizing Noe up and down, Maea thought it should. They were of a height, and while Maea might be a bit thinner in her bone structure the difference shouldn't be significant. With its high collar and narrow, plunging decolletage, the sumptuous velvet fabric lined with crimson silk that peeked out at the slits on either side of the front panel, it was a dress suitable for grand halls and ceremonies - speaking to the slightly eccentric and occasionally wishful thinking of its owner, who never hesitated to drag it through the dust of training fields, forests and battle.
Waiting for Noe to change, the ancient spent the time stretching. Tension had settled into her shoulders at some point and she made a point of rolling out both until subtle cracks of adjusting ligaments sounded, offering immediate relief. Feeling underdressed in the black, high-waisted and wide-legged trousers she preferred when not clad in her dress, and a plain white shirt cut for swordplay, she noticed herself walking as though to compensate for long skirts that weren't there - and sighed. Maybe it was a good thing to train without it. Breaking habits, and all that. She still looked forward to slipping back into the garment; at this point it felt like a second skin.
Type: Grey | Style: Defensive | Level: Upgraded
Valair Armour | A beautiful black dress lined with crimson, stronger by far than it appears. This item blocks physical damage. Requires a 3 post cooldown between uses.
Wanna punch you in the face
But I won't, but I might, but I won't
