Pants, Part 2
The Ai-Naidar have sent this tired aunerai scribe to bed; every time I try to talk to them, they shoo me off. So I leave them to their own devices and, apparently, yours.
"So then," the Calligrapher says. "It appears that skirts and robes, particularly colored ones, are decorative, and that one only decorates women. Men are not decorated because they are expected to labor at work that would muss their clothes."
Shame glances over at the as-yet-unnamed fathrikedi from the novel. She is lying in indolent grace on a divan, wearing jewelry and her lovely mane of curls. When he looks at her, she smiles at him with a touch of impishness.
"Wearing more clothing is considered decorative?" Shame asks.
The Calligrapher begins to speak and then closes his mouth.
"Wait," Shame says. "Do you suppose they believe that only women can be fathriked?"
"Perhaps they do not believe that men can nourish the eye and the spirit," the Calligrapher suggests.
"I understand that the scribe thinks of our tale as a fantasy of manners," Shame says. "Though I begin to wonder if we share any manners in common with the aunera at all. Do you suppose they will understand us?"
"Always asking questions, thee," the Calligrapher murmurs. "For which answers I have not."
A very small smile quirks the corner of Shame's mouth.
Stardancer Home.
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