Re: [Vulpecula]
[There is the gentle sound of a shuttle moving through taut thread, and as the memory settles deep, your eyes open to the familiar garments of your kin on both yourself and those around you, dyed proud and bright.
Tops of plain-woven panna, sleeveless and scoop-necked. Twill-woven, pants of the same, held by a sturdy corded roan belt. Loose on the leg, they'd stand against all but the sharpest of punctures, and their deep pockets (both at the hip and stitched pouch-like on the sides) could hide all manner of trinkets from the eye. Always shorter on on the ladyfolk then the boys; ladies' boots were higher, after all, cobbled of sturdy lizard hide and buckled 'round their calves. Men favoured a shorter style of the same heavy make, buckling once around the ankle and stopping just above.
Socks were always good, practical things, able to stand up to near anything (up to being used in the odd mix of [Soldier's] tribute). And for the cool plains nights, or the times when the winds blow sharp, jackets of well-worn marwok suede, soft and sturdy, sleeves cut high on the arms of the ladyfolk, and down to the wrists of the men.]