Looking around at the people walking past, Alice looked down at her and Chesh's robes and shook her head. Grabbing Chesh's hand, she dragged her down an alleyway. Out of sight, she ran a hand down her robes, reshaping them. What was once dirty green cotton robes changed to become a cotton green dress. Unlike the rest of the people in Lasting Feast, hers was frilly. Touching her forehead, Alice frowned, realising that she didn't have an ornate headpiece nor the materials to make one.
"It's fine," Chesh said softly and clapped her hands, and her black robes changed. In place of the plain cotton, a sleek gown replaced it, cut at the shoulders. It was black, looking to be made of the finest silk that could be woven, and when catching the light, had a metallic purple gleam that didn't make sense. Along the right side, a red pattern ran around her stomach and back: red flowers with green trimming.
