She was wearing the white dress. The light cotton one with the V-neck, and delicate pearls that were embroided along the hem. Small, glistening pearls hung from her ears, and her make up was subtle, but flattering.
She looked bored.
Around her, couples danced, chatted and laughed, clinking together glasses of champagne. She sat on a delicate wooden chair, her legs crossed, and her head resting on her hands. Her hair was down in two braids, and she kept flicking them behind her shoulders. If you looked closely, you could see small, dirty toes peeking out from under the hemline of her dress.
She was wearing the red dress. The heavy velvet one, with the open neck that exposed her slim shoulders and the pattern of flames embroided on the skirt. Her make up was bright and loud, and a ruby necklace hung on a delicate golden chain around her neck.
She looked annoyed.
Beside her was an old man that resembled a walrus-bird, chatting away about some sort of shipment he was expecting. Nobody saw it coming when she slammed her bare heel on the ground, and the walrus-bird man went flying into the air.
She was wearing the blue dress. The fine silk one that clung to her skin before flowing along around her legs. The ocean was crafted onto one side of the silk, and a crescent moon on the bodice. A delicate blue sapphire bracelet hung around her slight wrist, and jingled when she moved. Her make up was smooth and basic.
She looked disgusted.
A plate of sea prunes sat, untouched, in front of her. Around her, people chattered and spooned their own prunes into their mouths, laughing between bites and chatting non-stop. When no one was looking, she slid the plate under the table, and kicked it with her strong feet. It slid across the icy ground, until it stopped at the paws of a lemur. It tried one, then promptly spat it back out.
She was wearing the green wrap. The itchy, lacy one with the fancy edges and frilly hemlines. Darker green material was tied tightly around her waist, and the sleeves trailed along the ground. Her make up was noticeable and uncomfortable. An emerald ring sat proudly on her middle finger, glinting when it caught the light.
She looked angry.
Her parents sat on the opposite side of the table, talking over one another to be heard. She kicked at the ground, and a passing servant 'accidentally' tripped, spilling cold tea all over her. She had to be excused to go clean up, but her parents continued to talk about wedding arrangements and such.
She wore the green-and-tan fighting outfit. The vest tied around her shirt, and the pants comfortably baggy. She wore no accessories, except for the matching head band that kept her long ebony hair up in a bun, with her bangs hanging loosely in front of her face. There was no make up on her, because here she was free.
She looked happy.
Across from her stood a lanky adolescent boy, with arrows on his body. His feet (bare) were planted firmly into the ground. He laughed with her, and they fought, again and again, until their muscles were strained and sweat dripped down their faces.
She looked more beautiful then ever.
We had to watch a stupid video about dress making and designs in DAT. So annoying. But, at least I got a story out of it.