Though I know my father would disapprove of me being in men's pants, it seems appropriate since all of my gowns now are baggy against my thin frame. I have to have them tailored to fit me, and since the pants are found in a smaller design, I'll make do until then.
I'm not worried about all that after all; my ally Methuselah awaits orders, and he's currently speaking to my father, and my betrothed in my father's office.
Quill ended up getting ready before I did, giving me a quick kiss on the side of my head, as he ran out to follow them, eager to meet this Methuselah.
I put my hair in a twist bun, grimacing at how there was more white hair then there was black, and smoothed out my pale blue tunic, pulling up my black long pants. At the bottom, they were tucked in boots, perfect for long treks, or any outdoor activity.
