impressions
Their carriage isn’t quite quaint, but not ostentatious, either. Krasmir wanted Antonio comfortable, to live the life that he himself had spent years building -- not to shellshock or woo the farmer with mountains of coin spent on lavish excess. He himself was dressed comfortably for the autumn weather; a thick, midnight doublet with gold accents and buttons, worn over a loose black shirt with strands of gold speckled throughout -- though his sleeves were rolled to his shoulders, allowing his thick, scarred arms to visibly flex as he stretched along the seat. A single belt held the loose black pants to just below his navel, with dark riding boots rising up to his calves. His sister insisted on bringing the Greenling’s darker tones into his own wardrobe. Krasmir acquiesced and, once seeing the result, became more supportive of the concept.
One such arm reached out, Krasmir’s thick torso twisting as he reached to take Antonio’s hand, bringing it to his lips. “You ready for our first public appearance?”
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