>>5787878Your formal graduation had been an orderly and storied ceremony, in which your finest school-robes had been suitable attire. Something told you mucking about on the farm of the Pearce family would be an entirely different sort of affair, though, and would require a different sort of dress code. Furthermore, you’d noticed that each of your friends had taken to wearing more fashionable attire—or at least more casual, in Blanchette’s case—in their personal affairs. Oh, no aspiring spellcaster of good standing would be caught dead without their pointed cap of course, but they had long since come to favour the more form-fittingly flattering attire which non-mages of their own age were fond of.
For your part, you had little money to spend on such frivolities—thanks, Muffins—and little need for such clothing. The human fashions of Hawksong were just that—human fashions. But, well… You were a human, too, weren’t you? And even if you still looked scarcely older than fifteen or sixteen by human standards, you were to be the oldest one AT this party—you didn’t want to look like some little KID, right?
What did you wear?
>Something rugged, and athletic, and good for tromping about farms and field or stomping about a barnyard dance… Something with TROUSERS![You are masculine]
>Something loose and flowy, but a bit more fitted at the waist and chest than your usual—a ‘summer dress’, you think it’s called?[You are feminine]
>Humans don’t make clothes that quite express the sensibilities of an elf (well, half-elf) of your nature, and in fact human culture in this region doesn’t even seem to fully have a term for it, so you’ll have to wear elfinwear instead[You are a ‘wiuligar’, one of the not-insubstantial number of elves born intersex]
