The ivory quill held in Seilune’s hand scratched into the parchment at a steady pace, inscribing words in neat and flowing cursive in the woman’s journal. Visandri and I went on a little shopping venture this evening in the bazaar. It had been some time since I had someone accompany me while trying on gowns, and so naturally I was delighted when she asked me to a day out. The two of us are becoming fast friends, I believe, and I’m beginning to see the mischief that Eres and Yssa see of her on a regular basis.
I noticed she was particularly interested in the way my dresses fit me, particularly in my curves. If I didn’t know any better, I would have guessed that she was checking me out. Her gaze never left me for a moment, and at one point I swear I saw her lick her lips. The way she looked at me reminded me of the way Sin’dorei men do when I’m in Silvermoon City.
Regardless, the two of us have much in common. We both have expensive tastes, a mutual love of finery, and we both have perfected the art of bringing men to their knees with a single look. Oh, the two of us would be a force to be reckoned with if we decided to attend a party together! All eyes would on us, as well as all jaws, I imagine!
I look forward to seeing her again soon. I have already made plans for her to come by for brunch and get our measurements taken by my seamstress for my upcoming party. It’s only natural that such good friends have matching gowns, no?