"It goes well," Teja says. "The usual drama of this place seem, momentarily, in abeyance. I am making love-tokens from silver, gold or mokume-gane, not sharp-edged weapons from folded steel. The former seem in greater demand, right now."
He looks at Xaldin's dress. "Is it a special holiday, in one of your worlds?"
"Hm? No. I just felt like wearing a dress today. Sometimes I do that." he shrugs "I'm glad that things seem calm. It's rare in life that such happens."
Xaldin just grins at him. "Still wearing my chain." he holds the cloth of the dress taut enough that Teja can see the line of chain from piercing to piercing.
"But you no longer need the long, thick coat to keep yourself together," Teja says. "Yes -- I am glad I made it for you; I am glad I took you to my bath, that day, and discovered these; curiosity led me on, and so did my beloved, and now I have one such hole myself -- but only the one!"
"On the right side of my chest," Teja says. "It was done in Italy, of the future, in the town near the house that Demeter has given keys to to my Charlie and me."
"I think that it's fun and kind of addictive. The pain of the piercing, the pleasure of picking out jewellery and patterns for the body to show it off."
Teja cannot tell; and Xaldin, he argues with himself, has known very many worlds.
To him, it looks like a woman's dress; but he is willing to forgo cultural prejudices.
"Greetings, Xaldin!" he says, approaching his friend.
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He looks at Xaldin's dress. "Is it a special holiday, in one of your worlds?"
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Pause.
"I sometimes wear different things, but never a dress -- apart from the time when I was in female shape."
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Yeah - he expects more to happen eventually.
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