513 AV, 7th Day of Summer
Arundel wound her way through the tents of Endrykas, not in any particular route. She had a pronounced hop in her step, so that her baby sister Reed bounced playfully on her shoulders. Sometimes her sister would give a little squeal of delight if she nearly lost of her balance, and would grab two fistfuls of hair - much to the expense of her tolerable sister. Arundel gave a discreet wince as once more the roots of her hair nearly ripped out, and Reed wobbled precariously. She placed steadying hands on the spindly legs hanging over the front of her shoulders, keeping her from toppling backwards. "You alright up there?" she asked for the third time in just a few chimes. A sassy little huff of exasperation from above made her grin. "Yes!" came Reed's confident voice, sounding more than a little indignant. "Of course you are, sweetheart," Arundel soothed, giving one of those little legs a squeeze.
They lapsed into another one of their comfortable silences. Reed looked all around in excited contentment. She relished their outings just as much as her older sister, who adored and worshiped the little girl like any mother would their own child. "Look!" her little voice suddenly shouted from above. Two hands grabbed Arundel's short hair and yanked it like a pair of reigns, making her turn her head. "What?" she asked, sounding just as exasperated as Reed had a few moments ago. "Dresses," her little sister crooned, wiggling wildly on her shoulders. The child loved to dress up. If it was even remotely feminine, she was all over it. The little diva. Arundel rolled her eyes, spotting the pavilion that had caught her sister's attention.
"Would you like to go in?" There was an instant yes in reply, making her smile. "Alright," she conceded, making a b-line straight for the open shop. "Watch your head," she ordered just as they passed under and into the pavilion. Arundel approuched the first dresses she saw, before Reed had the chance to fly right off her shoulders and cause any trouble. "I don't want you to touch anything, you hear? If you break it, I buy it. You can look all you want, but no touchy touch." She pinched her little thigh gently, eliciting a disappointed groan. "Bu-!" Arundel's instant grunt of disapproval silenced any objection about to pop out of her sister's mouth. She was too smart for her own good, being so young. She was going to be driving the family up the walls by the time she was a teenager.
There was other clothing, aside from dresses, but those weren't what Reed was interested in. She pointed out every interesting detail her child eyes could take in, ooohing and aaahing - which was comical to Arundel, but a very serious matter to her little sister. The dresses were pleasing to the eye. There was nothing extravagant about them, but they hugged their displays in all the right places and were very likable colors. Very ladylike. One in particular caught her eye. It was a dark purple, like a very particularly upset storm cloud. The sleeves were long, widening at the elbows to hang past the waist. The square neckline swooped low, and would expose much of the collar area of the wearer, ending just above the cleavage. The waist hugged close, accented by a cloth belt that hung down the front of the dress, giving the appearance of some kind of pennant.
Simple gold knotwork embroidery decorated the belt, as well as around the elbows and neckline. The inside of the sleeves were lined with a slightly lighter purple, accenting the rest of the gown excellently. A very tasteful dress, though she was sure the sleeves would get in the way of anything other than dancing and revelry.
Arundel wound her way through the tents of Endrykas, not in any particular route. She had a pronounced hop in her step, so that her baby sister Reed bounced playfully on her shoulders. Sometimes her sister would give a little squeal of delight if she nearly lost of her balance, and would grab two fistfuls of hair - much to the expense of her tolerable sister. Arundel gave a discreet wince as once more the roots of her hair nearly ripped out, and Reed wobbled precariously. She placed steadying hands on the spindly legs hanging over the front of her shoulders, keeping her from toppling backwards. "You alright up there?" she asked for the third time in just a few chimes. A sassy little huff of exasperation from above made her grin. "Yes!" came Reed's confident voice, sounding more than a little indignant. "Of course you are, sweetheart," Arundel soothed, giving one of those little legs a squeeze.
They lapsed into another one of their comfortable silences. Reed looked all around in excited contentment. She relished their outings just as much as her older sister, who adored and worshiped the little girl like any mother would their own child. "Look!" her little voice suddenly shouted from above. Two hands grabbed Arundel's short hair and yanked it like a pair of reigns, making her turn her head. "What?" she asked, sounding just as exasperated as Reed had a few moments ago. "Dresses," her little sister crooned, wiggling wildly on her shoulders. The child loved to dress up. If it was even remotely feminine, she was all over it. The little diva. Arundel rolled her eyes, spotting the pavilion that had caught her sister's attention.
"Would you like to go in?" There was an instant yes in reply, making her smile. "Alright," she conceded, making a b-line straight for the open shop. "Watch your head," she ordered just as they passed under and into the pavilion. Arundel approuched the first dresses she saw, before Reed had the chance to fly right off her shoulders and cause any trouble. "I don't want you to touch anything, you hear? If you break it, I buy it. You can look all you want, but no touchy touch." She pinched her little thigh gently, eliciting a disappointed groan. "Bu-!" Arundel's instant grunt of disapproval silenced any objection about to pop out of her sister's mouth. She was too smart for her own good, being so young. She was going to be driving the family up the walls by the time she was a teenager.
There was other clothing, aside from dresses, but those weren't what Reed was interested in. She pointed out every interesting detail her child eyes could take in, ooohing and aaahing - which was comical to Arundel, but a very serious matter to her little sister. The dresses were pleasing to the eye. There was nothing extravagant about them, but they hugged their displays in all the right places and were very likable colors. Very ladylike. One in particular caught her eye. It was a dark purple, like a very particularly upset storm cloud. The sleeves were long, widening at the elbows to hang past the waist. The square neckline swooped low, and would expose much of the collar area of the wearer, ending just above the cleavage. The waist hugged close, accented by a cloth belt that hung down the front of the dress, giving the appearance of some kind of pennant.
Simple gold knotwork embroidery decorated the belt, as well as around the elbows and neckline. The inside of the sleeves were lined with a slightly lighter purple, accenting the rest of the gown excellently. A very tasteful dress, though she was sure the sleeves would get in the way of anything other than dancing and revelry.
