Lia buried her hands in the folds of Geva’s gown, the soft linen not calming her at all. She made sure her steps were slow and even, making her appear the careful lass Bioti claimed her to be. Had she not spent the last hour transitioning from filthy rags to this pale green gown, she would have doubted that she was the same lass mucking the stalls this morn. She lifted her eyes, taking in every embroidered flower that decorated the deep gray silk of Lady Yzebel’s gown. The beauty of elegance stopped as she looked at the lady’s face.
What’s in a dress? Today, we might not be able to look at a
stranger and automatically assume their position, financial status, and
wellbeing, but in the medieval era, dress was all about those very things.
Last
week, I discussed weaving historical elements into fantasy (ish) fiction over at
Author
Abigail Harris’ blog—particularly village life in reality vs. fantasy and
my mix of both. Today, I'm over at Drop in the Ocean discussing medieval clothing. Read the full article here.
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