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Date & Time: Saturday, Jan. 5th.
Location: Around the city.
Characters: Shelke and Leliana
Summary: Leliana decided Shelke needs more clothing. Shelke is just sort of going along with it.
Warnings: Unlikely.

Shelke wasn't really certain why she had agreed to go shopping with Leliana. It wasn't that she thought the trip was a bad idea, merely a...pointless one. When she had arrived she'd gotten two more sets of clothes, and she had her uniform. She was wearing them right now, a plaid skirt and blue shirt that fit well enough, and didn't restrict her movement. Did she really need more?

Did she really need dresses? The one she'd worn to the giant Masq. had felt rather strange and uncomfortable, but perhaps one she chose herself would be different. If it didn't wind up with Leliana picking one out for her, anyway. Somehow, she rather suspected the bard woman's personality would mean many, many 'suggestions.'

Well, she probably needed them anyway.

She was sitting on the couch, staring at her reflection in the window as she waited. Her nine year old reflection. No matter how many times she reminded herself she was nineteen, reminded other people she was nineteen, she was still trapped in this nine year old form. Nine year old prison, if she was feeling particularly dramatic. What did she really even need with nice clothes? She had shorts and shirts and that was all children were supposed to wear, right?

She'd seen the dresses that women her chronological age had worn to the ball, and she wasn't jealous, but she was never going to have that, to be able to wear something like that. She knew it, so why did she suddenly regret it? She'd come to terms with-

A knock on the door, finally, and she glanced up. That would've been Leliana, probably feeling quite chipper and excited, really. So after a moment, Shelke slid off the couch and moved to open the door, peering up at the other red head.

"Hello."

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As expected, Leliana was there, chipper and excited enough for the both of them. She was wearing something light and easy to unclothe -- a tank top and denim shorts with orange slippers, for when she needed to try it things for herself.

Shelke was small. And adorable. Children bodies could get away with some of the most outrageous fashions, so she was sort of jealous she couldn't wear something pink and overly ruffled like Shelke could. Ooh, she had so many suggestions.

"Hello! Are you ready to go?"