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She hurried along the street, quite pleased with herself.
It had taken the better part of the last several days to lay the groundwork for her current scheme, and now she delighted in the feel of the silken fabric on her skin. Of course, the dress was only one part of the planned festivities for the evening. She herself had little love for social events, but there were any number of things she would tolerate for the sake of those she truly cared for.
An evening spent being social with short-sighted people would make Draedamyr happier than it would her. Indulging in a little of her own mischief would make up for it, though. What could be more fun than inviting oneself to a party and enjoying all of the good bits of it without having to actually having to do anything so crass as get to know people? What was more, there would be art and all the things that her elfin companion enjoyed.
She had told him to meet her at the Bards' Reprise in the Inner City as the sun was setting. Dressed as she was, she would not be too out of place. She really was quite pleased with herself; a low cut, off-the-shoulder bodice of pale red with silver and thread-of-gold embroidery in an elegant pattern at the top. Cinched with a silver belt and with pleated cream-colored skirt, the hem embroidered in the same pattern but in maroon. The cool evening air caressed much more skin than she was accustomed to showing, but if she were going to go to a party she might as well at least try to fit in with the crowd.
Among wealthy people, it would be down right rude to show up in something more simple. And even if she did prefer simplicity in most situations, she couldn't help that she actually enjoyed dressing in finery, meaningless though it might be. Besides, there didn't have to be a reason to find something less plain to wear.
She might not have done any such thing were it not for a certain man, though.
She hurried along to their meeting place, smiling a little at the thought of his reaction to the entire affair, of which she had divulged next to nothing.
It had taken the better part of the last several days to lay the groundwork for her current scheme, and now she delighted in the feel of the silken fabric on her skin. Of course, the dress was only one part of the planned festivities for the evening. She herself had little love for social events, but there were any number of things she would tolerate for the sake of those she truly cared for.
An evening spent being social with short-sighted people would make Draedamyr happier than it would her. Indulging in a little of her own mischief would make up for it, though. What could be more fun than inviting oneself to a party and enjoying all of the good bits of it without having to actually having to do anything so crass as get to know people? What was more, there would be art and all the things that her elfin companion enjoyed.
She had told him to meet her at the Bards' Reprise in the Inner City as the sun was setting. Dressed as she was, she would not be too out of place. She really was quite pleased with herself; a low cut, off-the-shoulder bodice of pale red with silver and thread-of-gold embroidery in an elegant pattern at the top. Cinched with a silver belt and with pleated cream-colored skirt, the hem embroidered in the same pattern but in maroon. The cool evening air caressed much more skin than she was accustomed to showing, but if she were going to go to a party she might as well at least try to fit in with the crowd.
Among wealthy people, it would be down right rude to show up in something more simple. And even if she did prefer simplicity in most situations, she couldn't help that she actually enjoyed dressing in finery, meaningless though it might be. Besides, there didn't have to be a reason to find something less plain to wear.
She might not have done any such thing were it not for a certain man, though.
She hurried along to their meeting place, smiling a little at the thought of his reaction to the entire affair, of which she had divulged next to nothing.