albedes aesthetic 🖌


albede checks herself out in the mirror , confident in her attempt at 'layering a 'look' ' the shopkeep told her about ,
as always donning the protective underclothes she always wore back onthe mountain where the word layering was never said in a tone that meant it was not soley literal .
people here wore armour as the outermost layer because the temperature never reached such lows that wearing enough 'layers' would change your body shape ,
but the cotton shirt and hide vest and leather fitted under-chaps are reminders of how far home is whenever one of the boutique managers notices,
and gives a curious or confused glance.  

albede had doffed her uniform soon after her first pay  - everyone kept saying things like 'the weather is going to turn' and 'you should get a longer cloak' ,
it was confusing as she knew she'd never need the full winter clothing down here for everything she'd read of the sea and the coast places like this never froze.
her uniform it self stood apart too , and she didnt know if it was good or not,
she'd always been told that the uniform would make the best impression when you want to be taken seriously and she was an adventurer now - with several good reviews! ,
but every adventurer she'd met so far wore a different outfit .
she began to notice all the strange clothes in shops and on adventurers and most notibly the entertainers,
few traveling bards ever visited but always wearing thick wools and not light and airy things of some of the dancers. 

looking in the mirror her eyes still an icy blue but with a dark ring around the iris ,
the cloud like part of her hair changing consistency faster than a season cycle ,
all new things to her apperance since she'd been down at this altitude;
staring intentley at another now new part of her face as clerk holds up a few star themed brooches and handkerchiefs ,
' these would match your lovely birthmark' she had looked between him and the items confused
and he reiterated ' well i think it looks like a little star , so maybe the lady would like to try them on as you look '

she tried the brooch but had always associated things like these more with medals the jewlery ,
looking up while holding the pin to her lapel albede began to see what the clerk had said,
a small mark beneath her eye and quickly even a smaller one by her nose ,
so different from the 'eye of the storm' the birthmark she was familliar with,
the nickname for the one she had had all her life,
so far the large amount of mottled blues on her temple and eyes everyone said resembled a tornado - it too had changed a little ,
the blues werent the same dark blue-greys but that alone had been unexpected enough.
albede felt like she was staring way too hard at herself as her brain made connections amoung the barely visible dots on her face,
sort of like when she stared to hard into the facets of the crystal on her circlet .
she placed the pin back with the clerk and added the handkerchief to her purchases for the day .  

a week later albede inspects her face a little as she ties her now favourite nautical scarflet around her neck
and places the handkerchief embroidery showing in a small pocket as she puts on a small waist coat ,
over a dress, cargo shorts and lacy socks .
with so many new little star shaped marks on her face she still found if she stared to long she'd make funny connections in her head.
she puts barry in his pouch and  rushes of tightly gripping sheets of parchment stamped by her former employers ready to make an impression at todays job .