modithorson:
“Looks are second to strength. True, it looks nicer. But it doesn’t always hold up unless it has magic embedded into it.” Modi countered. He had to remind himself of her former profession. She designed clothes. Looks had a higher priority over practicality. Something that Modi would have to constantly remind her of.
“Aye, everyone is different. Perhaps when we make it to the elves, they’ll be able to make you leather armor that will withstand the harshest of blows.” He smiled as she ate what he had given her. They were another day away from the closest town before they could replenish their supplies.
She frowned. As much as vanity was her hubris, she’d studied strategy and command far more than the types of armor. Some traces of armor had made their way into court fashions--maille accents on clothes, leather breastplates atop silk robes--but little else of proper armor. Alty’d tried so hard to ignore the soldiers and instead study the political goings-on within court, and now it had opened a flaw in the fabric of her understanding.
“Or maille? I suppose it would be fairly light, and a decent defense from most hacks and slashes.” The dalydri looked towards the god. “I think that’s what Deanne wears; maille with a coat of lamellar over it.” If it was what the commander of her enemies armies wore, it had to be good defense.

















