attire (in black, sans jewelry) & vitaar design
The Huntress had found herself opposed to this event. It was frivolous, a waste of resources. While she cared not how another nation wasted it's own, she did care that it would be a drain on Arlathan. Such a fledgling place still needed attention and consideration. And waste like this? She despised the notion. It went against everything she knew and believed and despite some of the company trying to explain it on their journey... well, she'd not budged on her thoughts. She'd, of course, not truly swayed anyone to her own side on the matter either - at least not so far as she could tell.
Seeing everything upon their arrival did little to assuage her concerns.
But attending came at a price, as well. The garb she wore was not her typical choice. While the dark fabric was practical enough, it still felt overtly fancy. And that, in and of itself, was something The Huntress detested. It also meant more Vitaar had needed to be made. While she could not share what she wore upon her body with the others, she'd painted her arms, legs, and ensured her exposed chest was painted as well. All blacks and whites, far unlike her typical style. And all were in a tree motif others had aided her with. Her hair remained coated in it's typical blue, however.
The Huntress watched as many dispersed, keen eyes following members of the Arlathan group around the palace, but always returning to Vela. When it was clear, however, she was not to be at the woman's side, The Huntress moved off just a bit. Arms folded as she stood on the outskirts, observing.
The Huntress had found herself opposed to this event. It was frivolous, a waste of resources. While she cared not how another nation wasted it's own, she did care that it would be a drain on Arlathan. Such a fledgling place still needed attention and consideration. And waste like this? She despised the notion. It went against everything she knew and believed and despite some of the company trying to explain it on their journey... well, she'd not budged on her thoughts. She'd, of course, not truly swayed anyone to her own side on the matter either - at least not so far as she could tell.
Seeing everything upon their arrival did little to assuage her concerns.
There is no point to this,she'd murmured, almost immediately, to anyone that might listen. Someone had muttered back a reminder she didn't have to come. Only to which The Huntress had shot them a sneer from beneath her finely painted Vitaar. Of course she'd needed to come, Vela was present. No more need be said on the matter.
But attending came at a price, as well. The garb she wore was not her typical choice. While the dark fabric was practical enough, it still felt overtly fancy. And that, in and of itself, was something The Huntress detested. It also meant more Vitaar had needed to be made. While she could not share what she wore upon her body with the others, she'd painted her arms, legs, and ensured her exposed chest was painted as well. All blacks and whites, far unlike her typical style. And all were in a tree motif others had aided her with. Her hair remained coated in it's typical blue, however.
The Huntress watched as many dispersed, keen eyes following members of the Arlathan group around the palace, but always returning to Vela. When it was clear, however, she was not to be at the woman's side, The Huntress moved off just a bit. Arms folded as she stood on the outskirts, observing.
07-13-2022, 11:16 AM
