Post by Elspeth Cameron on Sept 7, 2017 16:12:13 GMT -5
Elspeth had wondered if she should go home and change into something more presentable for her meeting with Count Delamara than what she was wearing to her meeting with the workers who were setting up her private stall at the central market, and decided it would not be worth the time she'd spend rushing to-and-fro.
And it wasn't as if what she was wearing was particularly awful. She wore a black on green wool brocade dress with a wide, flowing skirt, fitted to the torso, arms, and hips, but not tight. Its square neckline revealed no bosom, and her back fully covered, as was befitting a daytime dress. Perhaps a little too simple, but the quality of the fabric it was made of saved it from being ordinary, and the palm-frond pattern it boasted, while very common, was styled in such an elaborate fashion that it spoke of the kind of mastery at the loom one either had to possess or be willing to pay a hefty price to rent out. Over the dress, she wore a thick cloak dyed in walnut that reached to just under her knees, and while it had a hood, Elspeth kept it off for the time being. It was a crisp, chilly morning, but not colder than she was used to at home. Her hair was swept up in a loose chignon held by two identical carved bone combs, and a pair of small, wide golden hoops hung on her ears.
But this was the kind of clothes she wore normally, around her house and the people she knew. You were supposed to put in more of an effort for strangers, or so her mother kept telling her, even though Elspeth did not understand the logic behind the custom.
Oh, well. She could either be on time or pretty, not both, and she chose to be on time. The Lord of House Delamara will just have to receive her as she was.
She took a carriage to the Delamara house in the Lavander District, and when a servant answered her knocks, introduced herself. The servant gave her an elegant nod of acknowledgement, and let Elspeth and her handmaid in. He took their coats, asked one of the maids present to take Elspeth's maid with her to the kitchens for some tea, and then escorted her to his lord's office. She waited a moment as the man announced her, using those few seconds to gather her nerves and put on a small, polite smile, and then stepped inside.
Let the show begin...
Dederik Delamara
And it wasn't as if what she was wearing was particularly awful. She wore a black on green wool brocade dress with a wide, flowing skirt, fitted to the torso, arms, and hips, but not tight. Its square neckline revealed no bosom, and her back fully covered, as was befitting a daytime dress. Perhaps a little too simple, but the quality of the fabric it was made of saved it from being ordinary, and the palm-frond pattern it boasted, while very common, was styled in such an elaborate fashion that it spoke of the kind of mastery at the loom one either had to possess or be willing to pay a hefty price to rent out. Over the dress, she wore a thick cloak dyed in walnut that reached to just under her knees, and while it had a hood, Elspeth kept it off for the time being. It was a crisp, chilly morning, but not colder than she was used to at home. Her hair was swept up in a loose chignon held by two identical carved bone combs, and a pair of small, wide golden hoops hung on her ears.
But this was the kind of clothes she wore normally, around her house and the people she knew. You were supposed to put in more of an effort for strangers, or so her mother kept telling her, even though Elspeth did not understand the logic behind the custom.
Oh, well. She could either be on time or pretty, not both, and she chose to be on time. The Lord of House Delamara will just have to receive her as she was.
She took a carriage to the Delamara house in the Lavander District, and when a servant answered her knocks, introduced herself. The servant gave her an elegant nod of acknowledgement, and let Elspeth and her handmaid in. He took their coats, asked one of the maids present to take Elspeth's maid with her to the kitchens for some tea, and then escorted her to his lord's office. She waited a moment as the man announced her, using those few seconds to gather her nerves and put on a small, polite smile, and then stepped inside.
Let the show begin...
Dederik Delamara