How can you define a look or a touch?
Who: Cris and Cassandra (and Cho?)
What: Lunch
Where: Cho's Place
When: Monday
Cassandra arrived a bit earlier than anticipated. She was feeling a bit jumpy, between her strange dreams and the odd flashes of color and spiders legs she had been encountering all about the city. To say nothing of her unusual experience in her bedroom the night before. Thinking of it, she smoothed down the front of her dress. She had seen nothing unusual about it with her added abilities so she decided to run the risk of wearing it.
It was a long, royal blue chiton with gold accents around the hemline and sleeves, threaded to look like hyacinth blossoms. The sleeves were held together by three gold pins on each side, shaped like leaves, leaving two long windows down the side of each of her arms. Around her waist was the girdle, held on by additional pins, the long and flowing excess of fabric--a much lighter blue--falling along her left leg. In her hair--combed for the first time in months--she wore two gold combs, one on either side of her head, sticking up straight into the air like horns. Her feet were bare.
"Hello?" she called tentatively. Cho was doubtlessly still indignant about their heated debate via journal. It seemed that Cassandra was still having a hard time dealing with the people who knew her, or rather, thought they knew her, from their mythology. She, of course, took some of the blame for what had happened, but her apology had gone unanswered and she wasn't sure what kind of welcome to expect.
No matter. A cold reception was better than the spiders.
What: Lunch
Where: Cho's Place
When: Monday
Cassandra arrived a bit earlier than anticipated. She was feeling a bit jumpy, between her strange dreams and the odd flashes of color and spiders legs she had been encountering all about the city. To say nothing of her unusual experience in her bedroom the night before. Thinking of it, she smoothed down the front of her dress. She had seen nothing unusual about it with her added abilities so she decided to run the risk of wearing it.
It was a long, royal blue chiton with gold accents around the hemline and sleeves, threaded to look like hyacinth blossoms. The sleeves were held together by three gold pins on each side, shaped like leaves, leaving two long windows down the side of each of her arms. Around her waist was the girdle, held on by additional pins, the long and flowing excess of fabric--a much lighter blue--falling along her left leg. In her hair--combed for the first time in months--she wore two gold combs, one on either side of her head, sticking up straight into the air like horns. Her feet were bare.
"Hello?" she called tentatively. Cho was doubtlessly still indignant about their heated debate via journal. It seemed that Cassandra was still having a hard time dealing with the people who knew her, or rather, thought they knew her, from their mythology. She, of course, took some of the blame for what had happened, but her apology had gone unanswered and she wasn't sure what kind of welcome to expect.
No matter. A cold reception was better than the spiders.