It sounds practically petulant. Endearingly so, that Magni - Magni still wanted to be near her, not just after their argument, but messy, dirt smeared and sweat cooling on her skin in the lighter air inside the heavy stone walls of the keep that made everything always colder.
A smile plays, and rather than answer that, her hands moves. She supposes, Magni has never seen her in her own clothes, which is to say those from before she became of Talonhold. She makes sure most times to dress as her position dictates.
But she knew what she preferred for riding. The wrap of her saree to form pants. The way her kurta by contrast was tight to her upper body.
That - to all the layers of talonhold, these northern's rightly need for their weather. She right now, does not. So little in fact that when she decides upon it, it's over as quick as that. Bold enough, sure enough that the door is open behind them and they are half in the corridor but she barely considers it when she yanks off her top and pulls at one knot -
And suddenly there is nothing between her and Magni but skin, and a pool of fabric at her feet. Her top balled up and tossed at Magni's head.
"You were saying?"
She turns, slinking into her room, waiting, watching and the wink is probably too much, when she ventures it over her shoulder in the backwards glance when she reaches for the pins that hold up her hair. She figures, Magni can figure out the rest quickly enough.
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A smile plays, and rather than answer that, her hands moves. She supposes, Magni has never seen her in her own clothes, which is to say those from before she became of Talonhold. She makes sure most times to dress as her position dictates.
But she knew what she preferred for riding. The wrap of her saree to form pants. The way her kurta by contrast was tight to her upper body.
That - to all the layers of talonhold, these northern's rightly need for their weather. She right now, does not. So little in fact that when she decides upon it, it's over as quick as that. Bold enough, sure enough that the door is open behind them and they are half in the corridor but she barely considers it when she yanks off her top and pulls at one knot -
And suddenly there is nothing between her and Magni but skin, and a pool of fabric at her feet. Her top balled up and tossed at Magni's head.
"You were saying?"
She turns, slinking into her room, waiting, watching and the wink is probably too much, when she ventures it over her shoulder in the backwards glance when she reaches for the pins that hold up her hair. She figures, Magni can figure out the rest quickly enough.