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1397 words today. Go me. And not too many of them about socks, either. Aude is shocked and scared, Jehan is trying to be practical, Liyan is curious, and Qiaqia... well, is Qiaqia.
'Aude leant on him more and more as they made their way there, first through the wide streets of the Silver City – keeping to the sides, where servants and the poor were expected to walk, so that they did not inconvenience their betters – then down the long stair to the Brass City, whose guards looked more at their garments than their faces, dismissing them for torn hems and worn sleeves, and finally all the way through the dirty, stinking streets of the Brass City itself, jostled by mill-workers on their way to the night shifts, by hawkers and prostitutes, beggars and street-children and all the myriad different forms that poverty took.'
(Yes, that is all one sentence. Yes, I know. But it wanted to be that way.)
Skirt of the day: brown linen.
'Aude leant on him more and more as they made their way there, first through the wide streets of the Silver City – keeping to the sides, where servants and the poor were expected to walk, so that they did not inconvenience their betters – then down the long stair to the Brass City, whose guards looked more at their garments than their faces, dismissing them for torn hems and worn sleeves, and finally all the way through the dirty, stinking streets of the Brass City itself, jostled by mill-workers on their way to the night shifts, by hawkers and prostitutes, beggars and street-children and all the myriad different forms that poverty took.'
(Yes, that is all one sentence. Yes, I know. But it wanted to be that way.)
Skirt of the day: brown linen.