There's no reason to come back. None whatsoever, and yet she's back in the city, back at the tailor's shop, buying silk that sparkled like water in the light, commissioning a sweep-necked blouse and thinking about how the fabric will feel against her skin.
Satin-silk's not her usual game: it snags and wilts and blood almost never comes out of it completely, not enough to pass muster in bright light.
But there's something about this piece that draws her. Makes her think of rustling feathers and rushing waters at shallow fords.
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sparkling like water - The Morrigan
Date: 2016-05-05 03:56 pm (UTC)From:Satin-silk's not her usual game: it snags and wilts and blood almost never comes out of it completely, not enough to pass muster in bright light.
But there's something about this piece that draws her. Makes her think of rustling feathers and rushing waters at shallow fords.
She'll work it out eventually.