"Try not to look quite so
down, dear. It's unbecoming!" Aesop's gentle tittering voice, while pleasant and airy for the most part, was just about the last thing that Apisto wanted to be listening to right then. "So there was a little bit of a mixup with our clothes. I'm certain that things will turn out alright."
"You're certain about a lot of ridiculous things," Apisto griped back, squinting as a gust of wind billowed his shoulder-length hair about. Perhaps wearing it loose had been a bad idea today, but he hated matching with Aesop. Whenever the other man was around, he tried his best to look different. Too many people figured they were some kind of couple, or an acting troupe, and Apisto wasn't sure which was worse. "It's not like your raggedy ass had anything of value in your pockets."
"Tut! Don't go assuming things. I had a very lovely spiral shell in one of them. I do hope it didn't shatter in delivery," Aesop hummed, not sounding particularly upset, but more a bit wistful. "It really was quite beautiful, Apisto. All soft browns with white mottle."
Apisto eyed the man as he began to slow down, clearly lost in thought. Apisto sighed and reached out to tug the man's long braid, making him yelp out of his thoughts. "Come on, then. The sooner we get there, the sooner we'll find out what happened to our cloaks. Alright?"
Aesop seemed to perk right up at that, his light eyes squinting with renewed vigor. "Right you are! Right you are. Yes, let's be hasty!" he chirped, dashing forward, his loose sleeves slapping in the breeze. Apisto grimaced, but couldn't help a small tug of fondness for the man's childlike behavior. He followed after, at his own pace, making a mental note of the magical trinkets he'd left in his cloak so he could be sure that they were all there when he got it back.
The proper attire wrote:Hat | Braid | Cloak | Ankle Effects
40 KS x 2 = 80 KS
[ Paid; 80KS ][Approved]