Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Aug 21, 2007 1:34:59 GMT -5
I looked myself over in the mirror critically. I would be representing the Shahrizai clan again, along with a handful of my kin, at Elliot L’Envers wedding. Another event at which to grow bored as the married couple was blissfully happy. Another reminder that I needed an heir. Oh joy.
But I was looking good for my age. I smoothed my gown over my hips, a reflex more than anything, and still liked what I saw. The dress was delicate working of black embroidery on a transparent sheath that layered a silk the blue colour of the Shahrizai. Even an idiot would have been able to figure out the colour scheme.
I rather liked how the neckline showed off my creamy skin, and my necklace was a high black lace choker to emphasis it. A black shawl lay across the back of my chair, to be firmly wrapped around me as the night fell. Even though the days were warm, the nights still held too much of a bite for my tastes, and I dressed accordingly.
With a final sigh and a final touch up on my sparse makeup, I stepped into my slippers and headed for the carriage.
But I was looking good for my age. I smoothed my gown over my hips, a reflex more than anything, and still liked what I saw. The dress was delicate working of black embroidery on a transparent sheath that layered a silk the blue colour of the Shahrizai. Even an idiot would have been able to figure out the colour scheme.
I rather liked how the neckline showed off my creamy skin, and my necklace was a high black lace choker to emphasis it. A black shawl lay across the back of my chair, to be firmly wrapped around me as the night fell. Even though the days were warm, the nights still held too much of a bite for my tastes, and I dressed accordingly.
With a final sigh and a final touch up on my sparse makeup, I stepped into my slippers and headed for the carriage.