Jenny: What Fashion Means

"Faugh," said the almond girl, shaking her head sadly. "Floor-length is how I like it - long, like Gwenhywfar's." She paused awkwardly, wondering if she should go further. She knew what Domitia meant, and was sorry that her flippancy brought back such memories. She shuddered to remember that Calidus was just under her feet. She kept her eyes on Domitia's work at her hem. "You know, the boys...the wrong boys...they would wear their tunics really short so you'd know what they were." She twisted one shoulder. "I never saw any. It's cold up here without breeches, thank goodness. Aren't you cutting that a bit high?"

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