"You say so now, but I guarantee you will be little more than fully exasperated once you see what it is."
She sounds extremely pleased with the prospect, and is indeed quite happy to sweep her skirt forward so she might sit back down with room left on the hay bale to accommodate his company. That she doesn't set her chin eagerly in her palm is due entirely to the fact that it would require leaning inconveniently far over to do so, and so Wysteria satisfies herself with picking at some loose thread of her gloves.
Beyond the carefully tied twine and the plain paper is folded a quilted gambeson, cut of a blue cloth a series of shades brighter than any Warden might usually wear. It's a well made, if economical garment with lacings rather than buttons or clasps, and very little in the way of decorative pinning where the quilting's stitching crosses, or colored edge piping, or any of that nonsense which would be largely wasted when worn under various arrangements of plate.
It also is very obviously wrapped around a suspiciously book-shaped weight. But before he can get any farther, Wysteria sees fit to interrupt with an explanation: "It's for Satinalia. The party, I mean. And any other time, I suppose - I've been assured it's perfectly serviceable all on its own. But I thought since you'd agreed to be my dance partner that it would be humorous for us to match. And this way I can heroically save you from anyone else who might want to engage you for the evening without so much as a word."
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She sounds extremely pleased with the prospect, and is indeed quite happy to sweep her skirt forward so she might sit back down with room left on the hay bale to accommodate his company. That she doesn't set her chin eagerly in her palm is due entirely to the fact that it would require leaning inconveniently far over to do so, and so Wysteria satisfies herself with picking at some loose thread of her gloves.
Beyond the carefully tied twine and the plain paper is folded a quilted gambeson, cut of a blue cloth a series of shades brighter than any Warden might usually wear. It's a well made, if economical garment with lacings rather than buttons or clasps, and very little in the way of decorative pinning where the quilting's stitching crosses, or colored edge piping, or any of that nonsense which would be largely wasted when worn under various arrangements of plate.
It also is very obviously wrapped around a suspiciously book-shaped weight. But before he can get any farther, Wysteria sees fit to interrupt with an explanation: "It's for Satinalia. The party, I mean. And any other time, I suppose - I've been assured it's perfectly serviceable all on its own. But I thought since you'd agreed to be my dance partner that it would be humorous for us to match. And this way I can heroically save you from anyone else who might want to engage you for the evening without so much as a word."