(07.13.2761 - GATHER) You Are the Sentinels, Silent and Pure. . . (Lorali/Mikloran)

[Runninggrass]

Mikloran plucked at a hair on his Gather vest. It was a deep, wine red that brought out the ice in his eyes, his brushed leather trousers as black as deepest night, the off-white tunic with its flowing sleeves all impecably cared for. No stray hair was allowed to rest on them, they were the only clothes he had that he cared for so. His mother had made them for him once he'd gotten his growth, and they were his Gather best. He ran a hand through his bright-sun yellow hair and smiled. Today was bound to be relaxing. After spending so much time about the Weyr, it would be nice to get out among more -normal- people. There would be riders at the Gather, of course, but there would also be many holders and crafters as well.

 

It would do himself and Lorali good to be seen about.

 

He knocked on her door. "Lorali, dear, are you ready to dazzle the common multitudes with your beauty, or shall I return in an hour or two?" He adored his little sister, but it was always fun to tease her a little about how long it took her to get gussied up for a party.

[Cheshire Pandacat]

<<He knocked on her door. "Lorali, dear, are you ready to dazzle the common multitudes with your beauty, or shall I return in an hour or two?" He adored his little sister, but it was always fun to tease her a little about how long it took her to get gussied up for a party.>>

"Don't tease me so, brother," Lorali giggled as she opened the door, batting her eyelashes at him. She was wearing a blue summer dress in the latest style that matched her eyes, with embroidery in gold around the hem and collar, as well as jewelry that was eye-catching and flattery while still being tasteful and appropriate to her station. Her hair, of course, was styled to perfection, and she had the exact perfect amount of make-up on, enhancing her appearance without being obvious about it.

"Oh, Mikloran," she said, letting her breath catch in her throat when she laid eyes on him, "you look *so* dashing!" She gave him a quick, affectionate peck on the cheek, then leaned back and smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you *so* much for escorting me to the Gather," Lorali went on. "I don't think I would have been able to go otherwise. It's not like there are any other appropriate, trustworthy escorts here."


--Cheshire w/ Lorali