Post by Liessel on Dec 16, 2019 21:09:34 GMT -5
It had been a storm of an afternoon, and after much measuring, and remeasuring, and fittings and adjustments, there was something to show for it. Liessel had done everything asked of her, posing this way and that, lifting her arms and relaxing her shoulders, and turning this way and that, and in the end she had a few basic garments laid out across her bed. There were soft fabric breeches, cut to conform to her body, and breezy looking high collar shirts meant to preserve some of her modestly inclined tastes, and a couple of vests meant to replace her tight and binding corsets. If her dresses had been a step away from what the robes of a priestess of her world were, then what she was looking at just then was ten steps walking, and fifteen thousand more running.
Standing at the foot of her bed, looking over what she had spread out, Liessel could not help but reach up to touch the mark on her forehead. She had no recognition of the clothing. She knew it had been made for her, and she could see her shape in them, but they looked like they ultimately belonged to someone else. When her hand dropped away, Liessel shut her eyes and breathed out slowly.
This place was changing her. All the little ways were piling up, even what seemed the most insignificant. She could feel it in the quiet moments where it was just her in silence. From everything she was learning, to what she wore and how she interacted with others -- liberties were taken here that she would never have dreamed of taking in her own world with her own people, and now what she wore. She was even being deceptive with those around her.
Poor Aurelia, Guardians bless the demon-touched woman for her patience. And the Flynns and Mister Fletcher for their ever generous care and discretion.
Guardians be with her for all that had come to pass, and all that had yet to be.
More changes were coming, and she would need all of their strength to make it through. They had never abandoned her in the past, and they wouldn’t abandon her now.
With that knowledge in her mind, and held within her heart, Liessel reached out and picked up a set of dark brown breeches.
Felix was waiting, and he’d waited long enough already. WIth time winding down, she’d wasted too many minutes contemplating the direction of her life and where it was going. All the same, she wondered if the guardians would recognize her once she finished dressing.
Standing at the foot of her bed, looking over what she had spread out, Liessel could not help but reach up to touch the mark on her forehead. She had no recognition of the clothing. She knew it had been made for her, and she could see her shape in them, but they looked like they ultimately belonged to someone else. When her hand dropped away, Liessel shut her eyes and breathed out slowly.
This place was changing her. All the little ways were piling up, even what seemed the most insignificant. She could feel it in the quiet moments where it was just her in silence. From everything she was learning, to what she wore and how she interacted with others -- liberties were taken here that she would never have dreamed of taking in her own world with her own people, and now what she wore. She was even being deceptive with those around her.
Poor Aurelia, Guardians bless the demon-touched woman for her patience. And the Flynns and Mister Fletcher for their ever generous care and discretion.
Guardians be with her for all that had come to pass, and all that had yet to be.
More changes were coming, and she would need all of their strength to make it through. They had never abandoned her in the past, and they wouldn’t abandon her now.
With that knowledge in her mind, and held within her heart, Liessel reached out and picked up a set of dark brown breeches.
Felix was waiting, and he’d waited long enough already. WIth time winding down, she’d wasted too many minutes contemplating the direction of her life and where it was going. All the same, she wondered if the guardians would recognize her once she finished dressing.