i see my Jarl sitting in his chair eating quietly. he just got home from his day. i crawl up beside him and nuzzle my cheek against the back of one of his hands, he looks down to me "yes mine?" he says, his voice loud and deep. my eyes look up to him as he licks his fingers clean from the juices of the vulo.
"my Jarl? Do you have any old clothes you nae wear anymore?" i asked as i batted my eyelashes cutely.
"Well, mine, there is a sweater, the brown, worn one....why do ye ask?" he tipped more mead into his mouth.
"me was going to use it to make a piece of clothing out of, instead of my long kirtles, it is getting a tad big warmer. and with me longer kirtles, the verr try to nibble at it.." my chime like voice responded.
"Aye, mine." he said and pointed to teh chest were he kept his clothing.
i pawed through all the clothing and boots. i finally found it and yanked it out of the chest. there was a hole in the front of it already. i had a pair of scissors and i cut a "v" down to my belly in the sweater. there were pretty patterns on the front side of the shirt, and the shirt smelled of my Jarl, and of mead.the shirt's sleeves were far to long, i had to trim those too.
i slipped the sweater over my head, it was still a little bit box like on me, but it was very soft. i tied a small belt around my waste to make it a bit less box like, soon this sweater became my favorite thing to wear, it reminded me of my Jarl.
~petals
(left click to enlarge the photo of the outfit that inspired me to write this:)
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