The Heartwood
Dawnview Vale
Snowgate Market
Hasday, the Twelfth Day of Tiger
Bekkah, Cesare, Daxia, Lyric, Tomomi, and the Tailors
Tomomi wrinkled her nose, her long whiskers going this way and that.
"No one told me about armor or horses and all that!"
Her head tilted as she considered the conflicting requirements.
"Well, the Pack, they pull their tunics over their armor; you just have to get it cut real loose and all. As for horses, all the Horses I know wear full tunics like everyone else. Well except for riding horses and all. We don't see them except for Market Day, as riding horses and the Pack don't get along too well."
As Tomomi fell silent, the tailor spoke up.
"Oh, for riding? You just slit the tunics up — back, front, and sides — and make quarter panels. Most folks usually have a tunic made just for that, 'cause otherwise, well, there may be seen a bare ankle or two, and that'd be not very proper for the lady-folk."
As the quest for new clothes was for just that, without qualification for fighting or riding, the terms of completion were met. Thus, as all good heroes would, they received their just rewards. For some, it was amusing, as Cesare pointed out; for some it was practical. But for all, to use a very apt turn of phrase, their rewards were well fitting.
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Tomomi could not help but smile as she followed the others up the long road to the Keep.
Lyric’s skipping and twirling as they walked was better thanks than any spoken words.
