Re: [Cepheus]
[There is the gentle sound of a shuttle moving through taut thread, and as the memory settles deep, your eyes open to see the familiar garments of your kin on both yourself and those around you, all dyed in deep hues.
Deceptive in their simplicity, there is something unmatched in the grace of those familiar robes. The plain, short-sleeved panna shirt is loose enough to be comfortable, but not so baggy as to ever be in the way; the fine-woven pants of the same (loose around the legs of men, slim along those of the women) allowed movement of any angle, be it scrambling up the Core or curling up to copy a faded scroll. Even now, they carry the scent of smoke and burris ink in equal measure, faded and familiar.
The long-sleeved tabard of rich cort hangs to the knees on men, and closer to the ankles on the ladies, though anyone would tell you that's not such a difference at all. Better to look at the slits in the loose sleeves; horizontal for men, vertical on women ('less someone decided to cut it their own way, a twist of character more common than not), the same open neck common to both. The sash of knotted silk looped and tied around the waist makes just as good a wrap when you were coming out into the cool, and the thick-soled shoes (never knew when a gear'd be too hot, or edge sharp) were light enough to never tire the legs when going up and down, and flexible enough to grip even the smallest space.]