"Thank you," says Isabella. She takes the weapon - recurved, smooth reddish wood, quiver matching-colored leather with white-fletched arrows, all very stylish - and then shakes out the cloak and tries it on. It's silvery-blue, like a river seen from high above, silken-soft. She buttons it from her chin to her knees and finds armholes under the extra capey layer around her shoulders and then flips up her hood and spins.
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Date: 2014-07-01 01:31 am (UTC)