(RP with Mel.)

[element_wizard]

Alec stood in front of the Inn idly picking at the embrodiary of his jacket as he waited for Mel to show up. It was a brilliant red jacket with phoenixes embrodiered on the cuffs and sleeves and reminded him way too much of the jacket that Lorac had gotten him. It wasn't the same. The cut was different, more for this time's style than Lorac's time and so was the fabric. The phoenixes weren't even the same. But still, it reminded him of Lorac. He wore the jacket because it was his offical jacket. The one that said, "Hello, I'm a Troven, and better than the lot of you." That and the respectable shirt (a pale gray with embrodired geometric designs) and pants with clean boots instead of his usall tromping around everywhere boots, he actually did look decent, instead of scruffy.

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[sthenyaer.livejournal.com]

Melinda finds her way to the Inn, Sisu at her shoulder. "Nice shirt." It was, really. Very, very pretty. "Am I going to have to wear stuff from your world, too?" she makes a face. Ugh. Their clothes were usually itchy. "You don't look scruffy." is noted.

[sthenyaer.livejournal.com]

Sliding off the horse, Mel pats it gently. "How long a walk is it?" She doesn't mind walking.