A/N: Prompt Uniform. Posted in original form 5/6/07. The first actual drabble, I think =)
Her cousin laughs, clad now in the restrictive elegance of a borrowed gown, the salt washed from freshly curled hair; borrowed midshipman's shirt and breeches carefully concealed from the eyes of maids who would dispose of them. She seems, once again, a perfect exemplum of a nobly born lady. Dresses, Elizabeth thinks suddenly, with full, rustling skirts, subtle hues and laced bodices, are as much a uniform as that which Norrington wears with such pride. While the Commodore may take pleasure in the identity the Naval coat gives him, however, Elizabeth feels only disdain for the role defined for her.