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<blockquote data-quote="Arcturion" data-source="post: 3743894" data-attributes="member: 54632"><p><strong>1.2 Hommes Optare</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Eltera had strongly debated about changing back into her normal garb. Dresses and finery felt wholly unnatural, impeding her movement and seeming to cling to her figure in every way that clothing shouldn't. She even felt inept while brushing out her hair. Despite her reservations, she succumbed. Perhaps it was some inner feeling of guilt or wanting to please Rentiki, but something forced her into taking time to force the knots and tangles from her snowy hair and finger through the myriad of dresses in the hidden closet. She even found herself debating over which one she might wear.</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">In the end, she had chosen an emerald dress laced up the front in silver embroidery. The front of the dark green material was embellished with some curious bird, though most bird types were unknown to the Svari. The bodice did not fall too low, ending midway along her chest. A chain of silver accented her hips, clasped at her right thigh with a loose stand of chain metal falling to her knee. The dress extended to her ankles. Eltera had chosen a pair of black slippers from one of the drawers beneath the dresses. The only jewelry she chose was her own rings and beads that she usually accented her hair.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">The outfit had even come with gloves, though she discarded those in favor of her bandaged hands. Dressing herself, Eltera regarded the wrapped bandages over her palms. They still tingled, which was better than the dull pain that sometimes accompanied the wounds. She took care to try to tuck any frayed or uneven edges of the wrappings away from sight.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">The Captain's enigmatic words only served to tighten the knot in her stomach at the prospect of meeting the healer. Before Terwase had even entered, she had a sinking feeling that Rentiki's words carried the fact that he would be unable to properly convey information. Through every fault of her own, she had experience with another mute and understood the hardship it might bring. </span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">The last words of the Daoshan captain similarly pushed Eltera back into a slightly defense mode. He had cast eyes upon her figure when she had been clad in nothing but a simple shift. Her time on the surface world had taught her that such was to be expected. Rentiki had still plied her beauty upon her even upon his exit and she felt awkward under the lavish compliments. Or perhaps she had in fact enjoyed them and that was why she had chosen Rentiki's dresses over her own leather and mail.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Whatever the reason, she had dressed for the Captain and now sat with a stiff back in the chair at his dinner table. She pushed those thoughts out of her mind as she dined with the Captain. It was too late to analyze her own motives, given her current position and the food she was readily supplying her growling stomach. Hunger, as usual, proved the best spice, though the food itself tasted readily edible. </span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">There was no time wasted from Eltera as she devoured soup, bread, and capon alike. Usually hesitant of wine, something her other self had once indulged in, she took the drink with gentle sips. </span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Swallowing a bite of the roasted meat, she let her soft-soled slipper slide across Amurisil. As Terwase had brought in the first items and again left, she had brought the sheathed blade to what she had correctly assumed was her side of the table and laid it on the floor and along her chair. The rest of her possessions had been secreted in a half-empty drawer within the cabin.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Eltera rested her fork along the table, smiling at her zealous appetite and blushing at Rentiki's flow of compliments, "Thank you for the words. You have been very generous to me in every way and I must thank you for that as well." She smiled at him as well as Terwase for the cooking and serving he had offered them.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">The dark aelf was careful to note how much wine the larger man was drinking. Men had a tendency to hold a much larger amount, but she rarely liked what too much drink did to anyone – man or woman, including herself.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">"I must admit, I am uncertain where I ought to start. The day has certainly not turned the way I had foreseen, though that is hardly a rarity in itself. When you put to wind again, where will you head?"</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">OOC: Certainly not her regular atmosphere, but she'll make the most of it. Eltera will ask about the following:</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon">– She'll ask about Rentiki's homeland. She'll need to know something about it if she wants to try to play herself off as a Daoshan.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon">– She'll ask about Rentiki, how long he's been at sea and when he came across the ship.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon">– She'll ask what he knows about the witches – everything he knows about them.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon">– She'll ask what he knows about Drace and the current happenings with the Empire, since she might be spending some time in a war-besieged city.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon">– She'll ask Terwase about her hands, especially if he had ever seen anything similar and what she might be able to do to properly heal them.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Arcturion, post: 3743894, member: 54632"] [b]1.2 Hommes Optare[/b] [COLOR=LemonChiffon]Eltera had strongly debated about changing back into her normal garb. Dresses and finery felt wholly unnatural, impeding her movement and seeming to cling to her figure in every way that clothing shouldn't. She even felt inept while brushing out her hair. Despite her reservations, she succumbed. Perhaps it was some inner feeling of guilt or wanting to please Rentiki, but something forced her into taking time to force the knots and tangles from her snowy hair and finger through the myriad of dresses in the hidden closet. She even found herself debating over which one she might wear. In the end, she had chosen an emerald dress laced up the front in silver embroidery. The front of the dark green material was embellished with some curious bird, though most bird types were unknown to the Svari. The bodice did not fall too low, ending midway along her chest. A chain of silver accented her hips, clasped at her right thigh with a loose stand of chain metal falling to her knee. The dress extended to her ankles. Eltera had chosen a pair of black slippers from one of the drawers beneath the dresses. The only jewelry she chose was her own rings and beads that she usually accented her hair. The outfit had even come with gloves, though she discarded those in favor of her bandaged hands. Dressing herself, Eltera regarded the wrapped bandages over her palms. They still tingled, which was better than the dull pain that sometimes accompanied the wounds. She took care to try to tuck any frayed or uneven edges of the wrappings away from sight. The Captain's enigmatic words only served to tighten the knot in her stomach at the prospect of meeting the healer. Before Terwase had even entered, she had a sinking feeling that Rentiki's words carried the fact that he would be unable to properly convey information. Through every fault of her own, she had experience with another mute and understood the hardship it might bring. The last words of the Daoshan captain similarly pushed Eltera back into a slightly defense mode. He had cast eyes upon her figure when she had been clad in nothing but a simple shift. Her time on the surface world had taught her that such was to be expected. Rentiki had still plied her beauty upon her even upon his exit and she felt awkward under the lavish compliments. Or perhaps she had in fact enjoyed them and that was why she had chosen Rentiki's dresses over her own leather and mail. Whatever the reason, she had dressed for the Captain and now sat with a stiff back in the chair at his dinner table. She pushed those thoughts out of her mind as she dined with the Captain. It was too late to analyze her own motives, given her current position and the food she was readily supplying her growling stomach. Hunger, as usual, proved the best spice, though the food itself tasted readily edible. There was no time wasted from Eltera as she devoured soup, bread, and capon alike. Usually hesitant of wine, something her other self had once indulged in, she took the drink with gentle sips. Swallowing a bite of the roasted meat, she let her soft-soled slipper slide across Amurisil. As Terwase had brought in the first items and again left, she had brought the sheathed blade to what she had correctly assumed was her side of the table and laid it on the floor and along her chair. The rest of her possessions had been secreted in a half-empty drawer within the cabin. Eltera rested her fork along the table, smiling at her zealous appetite and blushing at Rentiki's flow of compliments, "Thank you for the words. You have been very generous to me in every way and I must thank you for that as well." She smiled at him as well as Terwase for the cooking and serving he had offered them. The dark aelf was careful to note how much wine the larger man was drinking. Men had a tendency to hold a much larger amount, but she rarely liked what too much drink did to anyone – man or woman, including herself. "I must admit, I am uncertain where I ought to start. The day has certainly not turned the way I had foreseen, though that is hardly a rarity in itself. When you put to wind again, where will you head?" OOC: Certainly not her regular atmosphere, but she'll make the most of it. Eltera will ask about the following: – She'll ask about Rentiki's homeland. She'll need to know something about it if she wants to try to play herself off as a Daoshan. – She'll ask about Rentiki, how long he's been at sea and when he came across the ship. – She'll ask what he knows about the witches – everything he knows about them. – She'll ask what he knows about Drace and the current happenings with the Empire, since she might be spending some time in a war-besieged city. – She'll ask Terwase about her hands, especially if he had ever seen anything similar and what she might be able to do to properly heal them.[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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