Patient. His presence radiating calm, a deep stillness that soothed and quieted. Those qualities were what had drawn her to him in the first place. Mythal smiled, and allowed herself to be led ‘upstairs’.
She didn’t much care for the spiral staircase, but she understood that necessity and functionality rarely went together with what was aesthetically pleasing. Perhaps in time, they could shape the stone into something less… basic. For now, the rough hewn planks and framework would suffice for her as it did for the others. Still, it wouldn’t do to be seen as miserly or unappreciative. She could be gracious. She was alive again, was she not? And here once more, with someone that was most beloved to her.
Dark eyes ran over the cut and the shape of the dress, her steps measured and perfectly even as she approached the article of clothing. Slowly, she ran her fingertips over it, delighted to find how soft it was. It would feel quite nice over her skin. A sidelong glance, a brow arching in amusement. An entire wardrobe of choices? Mythal didn’t answer him immediately, turning away as she considered the dress.
Raised arms swept her hair back and over one shoulder as she let the cloak fall, hands returning to run over the soft, soft fabric once again. A dark, deep blue with white accents.
She didn’t much care for the spiral staircase, but she understood that necessity and functionality rarely went together with what was aesthetically pleasing. Perhaps in time, they could shape the stone into something less… basic. For now, the rough hewn planks and framework would suffice for her as it did for the others. Still, it wouldn’t do to be seen as miserly or unappreciative. She could be gracious. She was alive again, was she not? And here once more, with someone that was most beloved to her.
Dark eyes ran over the cut and the shape of the dress, her steps measured and perfectly even as she approached the article of clothing. Slowly, she ran her fingertips over it, delighted to find how soft it was. It would feel quite nice over her skin. A sidelong glance, a brow arching in amusement. An entire wardrobe of choices? Mythal didn’t answer him immediately, turning away as she considered the dress.
Solas…she murmured instead, letting the syllables fill her mouth, roll over her tongue. She tasted the sounds.
Solas,she said again, fixing her attention to her wolf as she did so.
A curious choice of moniker, but I do not dislike it.The sudden smile that came to her face again was partially obscured as she tilted her chin down.
Help me into this dress then. I don’t know what suits me and what does not anymore, so we will have to see.
Raised arms swept her hair back and over one shoulder as she let the cloak fall, hands returning to run over the soft, soft fabric once again. A dark, deep blue with white accents.
Why do they put the buttons on the back? Surely it’s a design flaw…
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