Re: [Pavo]
[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 a delicate shade of violet.
At first glance of those voluminous robes, some would think priests or scholars. They fall to the ankles on both genders (though it's not like those under the peacock banner can be judged by normal standards; much like their namesake, often enough and to the folly of many it is the men who catch the eye first), the sleeves almost as long, open along the bottom seam to fall cape-like around the arm.
At first glance, that. At second, one might see something else; the loose, gathered sleeves of the men's tunics, woven of soft panna and silk, that drift soft around their necks. Ever the more plan, girls favour simple shirts, short-sleeved and tighter to the body. Where both have straps latched over their shoulders, the short jumpers held up by those on the girls are a far cry from the long, sleeveless overdress that hangs to the feet on the men. Yet both are of the same, sturdy woven cort (and faint enough, if one looks, are the remains of stains from oils and ash, or the brush of chalk), light enough to catch the breeze without risking tears during a long day's work. Boots rise to the ankle on girls, and lace up the calves of the men, both worked of a leather stiff enough to resist the odd dropped object; softer hides are found on the pouches of their belts, tucked tight above the short cut of the jumpers, and hanging in a cascading trio down one side of the men's robes.]