Arialla nodded, intrigued by Sam's answer -- she knew what a dress was, and a skirt, but not a blouse. But she could tell by the way he spoke that the topic wasn't his favorite, and she suspected why. Men never paid that much attention to women's clothes, did they? They wanted women to look beautiful but weren't interested in the details of how they did it. She thought this without bitterness; rather, she found it amusing. Touching the bundle at her side, where she'd carefully folded her previous raiment, she said, "These clothes do seem more practical than my robes."
Noting Sam's reaction to that last topic, Arialla smirked a little and raised an eyebrow. "Relationships, hm? Do the people here have to learn that out of books? Or is that a topic of personal interest?"
It occurred to her too late that maybe she shouldn't tease Sam, after the kindness he had shown her, and considering that she didn't actually know him that well. She started to blush herself and couldn't help giggling a little. Struggling to master herself, she shook her head. "I am a priestess."
Noting Sam's reaction to that last topic, Arialla smirked a little and raised an eyebrow. "Relationships, hm? Do the people here have to learn that out of books? Or is that a topic of personal interest?"
It occurred to her too late that maybe she shouldn't tease Sam, after the kindness he had shown her, and considering that she didn't actually know him that well. She started to blush herself and couldn't help giggling a little. Struggling to master herself, she shook her head. "I am a priestess."
