Once-coarse hide has been successively hammered into the now velvety leather that constitutes this medium-sized, mahogany satchel. Wherhide thongs are interlaced throughout the material affecting the neck of the sack, allowing it to be strung closed. Scored around the sides is a continuous and complex pattern of knot-work, halted occasionally by miniature icons of firelizards posed in flight.
A delicate creation of dove-grey satin and white sisal ribbons, this classy mark pouch is fit to adorn the sash of anyone from lady drudge to Lady Holder. Ribbons coil in four elegant spirals on the sides of the pouch, and four more spring from the bottom to slip through the band of ribbon at the top, supporting a (hopefully) large weight. Pleats and adornments not withstanding, the bag's stitching is exquisite, and the seams back-stitched enough to hold /air/ firm.
A thin band of delicate knotwork frames this tapestry, twisting together in vines of deep forest and emerald green and bedecked with miniature wildflowers. The center image shows a cloudless summer sky, the light azure a lovely contrast for the verdant plane below. A large green dragon takes up the foreground, her wings outspread, her taloned paws grasping the ground in landing. Upon her back sits a rider, his black hair falling in an ocean of waves about his neck and one lock falling to obscure his eyes. His leathers have been dyed in rich hues of absinthine glory, a becoming match for his lifemate. Fellis trees frame the scene, while a circle of gold, bronze, green, and blue firelizards takes flight above.
A lovely white-on-white floral satin brocade embellishes this large table cloth, decorated further with tasteful lace inserts along the scalloped hem, echoing the dignified floral motif.
White linen sheets show their majestic handpainted bouquets of irises in full bloom, complemented by sprigs of greenery; the matching pillow cases and down-filled comforter simply beckon one to laze in bed.
A multi-layered and fluid skirt hangs dangerously low on %N's curvaceous hips, generously cut to allow the fullest range of movement, while an audaciously revealing strip of silken material is all that shields her breasts from prying eyes; both are dyed a scarlet so dark it seems almost black - the colour of ones lifeblood shed under the cover of darkness. Dazzling sparkles of light are cast outward with each movement made by this lithe beauty, a breathtaking tribute to the many sequins that were carefully hand-sewn amongst the folds of the extravagant garment. Delicate crimson slippers, fashioned from the softest hide, swathe both feet. A exquisitely knitted shawl, strewn impulsively over exposed shoulders, completes the dancer's garb.
- by Loreena
Burnished golden linen encases %N in succulent decadence, hugging just below %p shoulders and enhancing %p form. Rich russet and black brocade panels accent the fitted bodice, bringing %p curves into prominence. From the dropped vee waist, the golden skirt flares to just above the floor, rustling at the slightest movement. More brocade panels rest atop the inner skirt, adding their lush stripes to the overall beauty of this gown. Golden satin slippers peek out from underneath.
Soft, double combed cotton makes up this simple shift, the soft rose interrupted only by the shimmering gold of a small firelizard curled up upon a light primrose cloud. The color and cuffs of the miniature sleeves have been adorned with a simple ruffle while the hem has been woven with a soft ribbon in a lighter shade. Tiney stockings make the outfit complete, their crochetted softness delicate enough for contact with infant skin.
A work dress of deep russet red sweeps down %N's form, the cloth fitted snugly to her, accenting her height and slim frame. The neckline is shallow but long, dipping no lower than her delicate collarbone, though it runs the bone's full length, fabric resuming over her shoulders to hug her arms down to the middle of her forearm where it stops, above her wrist but below her elbow. Leaf green thread, elegant against the dark red, embroiders winding vines and tiny leaves around the cuffs, a flower blooming right in the middle, the red of the flower being a few shades brighter than that of the dress. The design is on each sleeve, and the vines also twirl around the hem of the dress that hangs at mid-shin.
Rich folds drape down her figure in shades of richly brocaded claret. Each move provokes the material into reflecting another shade: ruddy orange, crimson, carmine and scarlet but a few of them. The folds are gathered at bust and the small of back to provide ease to a pregnant body with the comfort of loose cut; the slickness of heavy, embroidered sisal guarantees an elegance that caresses over stomach and falls to the floor, there to kiss small embroidered slippers. A bow rests at the small of her back, twin streamers of handmade lace matching the slight veil that covers chestnut locks and marks this outfit as a Handfasting dress.
