Lucy wears breeches only when it cannot be helped, and so she almost never buys them, and Kel should have realized that when she asked Lucy to help her buy some new ones, because the ones from home were wearing out and she was in desperate need of new clothes. Clearly the dresses were not going to cut it; and Lucy was wandering from store to store, overwhelmed. Athos, in what was probably a move of self-preservation, heard shopping and entrusted Lucy's care to Kel's capable hands.
And so.
Here they are.
"Are they meant to be worn outside?" Lucy asks, as Kel waits outside of the dressing room. She had not meant to buy anything. She had, in fact, meant to not even try anything on. But they saw these and Kel said they might be good for riding, and Lucy made a face, but agreed to try.
"Where else would you wear them?" Kel asked. "Are you going to come out?" she said, wondering if that was rude. To be honest, generally, rudeness was fine, but with Lucy- "....my lady?" she added after a moment. Sometimes, with Lucy, it was hard to remember. She was not another girl, or one of Kel's friends. She was a queen. A laid back one, one who reminded her, perhaps, too strongly of her own royals, but truly, a queen.
Lucy was quiet for a moment. "You should not laugh," she said, her voice very small, and she opened the door.
Kel, to her credit, did not laugh.
But that might have been from the slight tug of panic in her.
Lucy was short, naturally, and Kel had seen her in breeches before, but these were so tight. Her legs were not long, but they were legs, and she could feel the blood rushing to her face. Lucy was, fortunately, a bit too distracted with tugging her shirt down to notice. "No, I think, this is too much, even for me-"
"Ah, you look," Kel tried at the same time, but then Lucy turned around and Kel sat, heavily, and that was a mistake too because Lucy's shirt was not very long. Her curves were very curvy. "My lady," she tried, clearing her throat. Manners, she thought.
"My royal brothers would be most unhappy," Lucy said, "And Athos," she added. Kel considered someone looking at Lucy like this and felt a pang of solidarity. And displeasure with herself for thinking that way. And something else. Jealousy? She didn't want to examine that too closely.
But then Lucy was back in the changing room, and out a moment later, her skirts back on, done up, looking like nothing but herself, and maybe that was worse.
Kel and Lucy; jeggings
Lucy wears breeches only when it cannot be helped, and so she almost never buys them, and Kel should have realized that when she asked Lucy to help her buy some new ones, because the ones from home were wearing out and she was in desperate need of new clothes. Clearly the dresses were not going to cut it; and Lucy was wandering from store to store, overwhelmed. Athos, in what was probably a move of self-preservation, heard shopping and entrusted Lucy's care to Kel's capable hands.
And so.
Here they are.
"Are they meant to be worn outside?" Lucy asks, as Kel waits outside of the dressing room. She had not meant to buy anything. She had, in fact, meant to not even try anything on. But they saw these and Kel said they might be good for riding, and Lucy made a face, but agreed to try.
"Where else would you wear them?" Kel asked. "Are you going to come out?" she said, wondering if that was rude. To be honest, generally, rudeness was fine, but with Lucy- "....my lady?" she added after a moment. Sometimes, with Lucy, it was hard to remember. She was not another girl, or one of Kel's friends. She was a queen. A laid back one, one who reminded her, perhaps, too strongly of her own royals, but truly, a queen.
Lucy was quiet for a moment. "You should not laugh," she said, her voice very small, and she opened the door.
Kel, to her credit, did not laugh.
But that might have been from the slight tug of panic in her.
Lucy was short, naturally, and Kel had seen her in breeches before, but these were so tight. Her legs were not long, but they were legs, and she could feel the blood rushing to her face. Lucy was, fortunately, a bit too distracted with tugging her shirt down to notice. "No, I think, this is too much, even for me-"
"Ah, you look," Kel tried at the same time, but then Lucy turned around and Kel sat, heavily, and that was a mistake too because Lucy's shirt was not very long. Her curves were very curvy. "My lady," she tried, clearing her throat. Manners, she thought.
"My royal brothers would be most unhappy," Lucy said, "And Athos," she added. Kel considered someone looking at Lucy like this and felt a pang of solidarity. And displeasure with herself for thinking that way. And something else. Jealousy? She didn't want to examine that too closely.
But then Lucy was back in the changing room, and out a moment later, her skirts back on, done up, looking like nothing but herself, and maybe that was worse.