oh I want it for my own Who: Eilidh and Layla When: Afternoon Where: By the river
To say that Eilidh had been looking forward to today ever since she'd walked out of Layla's shop would've been, according to her familiar, a drastic understatement. For someone whose thoughts scattered as easily and far as hers normally did it was amazing that she hadn't forgotten how long it was until Layla would be there. Oh, she hadn't been sitting around doing nothing since there were so many things to find and see in this place, but today hadn't ever been far from her mind. It'd gotten to the point today where Flicker had finally told her that if she didn't stop then he was going to fly off until it was time so that he didn't have to keep hearing it and could she just decide how she wanted to look already? Eilidh insisted that it wasn't her fault that there were so many fascinating options. Oh, she hadn't bought that much in the way of clothing, but with the use of glamours she hardly believed it necessary to dress herself up. Not when it was so warm out that she couldn't bear to pull on more than a shift. But she'd spent a good part of the morning staring at herself in the river while she went through outfit and after outfit she was seeing in a magazine she'd found. That these dresses were all meant for some event called 'prom' didn't phase her and why should it? They were pretty and that was the only point. Eilidh needed to look pretty because Layla was coming.
Flicker didn't quite see how the two went together even when Eilidh tried to explain. Her explanations weren't very good, though, always cutting off because she'd see a new dress that looked better than the last and need to put it on herself. She'd finally decided on something blue enough to match Flicker with a gauzy sort of skirt that looked very good blowing around in the wind that constantly surrounded her. Of course that was just another glamour-effect since the winds didn't actually touch it. 'How do you keep them all going at once without forgetting?'
"I don't think about them," Eilidh replied with a smile as she looked down at herself in the water's surface, pleased with the earrings and necklace that she'd thought up to match. "I just make them exist and they keep up until I remember to make them go away. These aren't even all that complicated. Just some clothes and an imaginary breeze to match the real one." Which was currently tugging at her loose hair and bending little blades of grass around her. Her fingers drifted down to the one piece of her outfit that might look out of place, a real bracelet that she'd pulled out of her pack that morning. It was a very old piece of jewelry even though she'd remade it three times now. She could've used a more durable material, but that wasn't the point. The point was that it looked exactly like something she'd been given centuries ago, and the little silver parts were what she'd been given. It was the thick cord used to make them into a bracelet that needed to be rewoven every hundred years or else it'd fray and fall to bits. Tugging at it, she looked down at the water again, reaching up to touch one ear when she saw that it was poking right through her hair. Layla hadn't seemed to mind. "Flicker-"
'I see Layla,' the warbler interrupted, swooping down to land on her bare shoulder from wherever it was he'd been before. 'Coming from over there.' Layla's eyes followed the point of his wing and a new smile appeared on her face as she raised her hand to wave. She dropped her hand and stepped away from the bank and towards the tree where she'd set the wrapped bunch of things for sandwiches, the wind following along with her like a puppy that didn't want to be left behind. "Hello, Layla. It's good to see that I didn't give you confusing directions." 'And yes, you look plenty fine,' Flicker assured, answering her unasked question from before. It was hard for Eilidh to remember she'd thought it because she was again nearly struck silent by how Layla looked. It was very nearly like seeing a ghost.