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Fill: Challenge 64, original Lemy'es
Jun. 23rd, 2022 01:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lantairvleaSray icon! In her natural form. It amuses me.
Sray felt the cloth between her fingers. It was soft, not entirely unyielding. The black undershirt and slacks were close-fitting. The light fabric moved with the body, but she couldn't help but grimace against the feel of the black, long-sleeved shirt on her upper arms and the legs of the matching pants close around her thighs. They had been tailored and fitted, they should be perfect, but she hated how they felt. There was no room in them. Even though she was in her human form she could sense the membranes of her natural form being pinched beneath the cloth and it left her feeling unsettled and she fidgeted uncomfortably. She pulled on the outer robe, which was a bright white, light and flowing. Small, hidden buttons held it closed from the middle of her chest to just below her navel. She fed the medium grey sash through the loops and carefully tied it around her waist. If nothing else made her feel like she did not belong, the uniform of the sect certainly made it extra plain. She rolled her shoulders and picked at the robe and shirt above the sash, trying to give some space around her ribs. A frustrated sigh escaped as she gave up on the idea of trying to make it feel any better.
Sray felt the cloth between her fingers. It was soft, not entirely unyielding. The black undershirt and slacks were close-fitting. The light fabric moved with the body, but she couldn't help but grimace against the feel of the black, long-sleeved shirt on her upper arms and the legs of the matching pants close around her thighs. They had been tailored and fitted, they should be perfect, but she hated how they felt. There was no room in them. Even though she was in her human form she could sense the membranes of her natural form being pinched beneath the cloth and it left her feeling unsettled and she fidgeted uncomfortably. She pulled on the outer robe, which was a bright white, light and flowing. Small, hidden buttons held it closed from the middle of her chest to just below her navel. She fed the medium grey sash through the loops and carefully tied it around her waist. If nothing else made her feel like she did not belong, the uniform of the sect certainly made it extra plain. She rolled her shoulders and picked at the robe and shirt above the sash, trying to give some space around her ribs. A frustrated sigh escaped as she gave up on the idea of trying to make it feel any better.
