Tamarita is all dressed to go trapping with her brother, Tagel. Tam is a character in a story I'm writing. It takes place in a fantasy land, heavily favoring the dark ages as far as technology and architecture are concerned. Tamarita's father was a steward, placing her family in a class below nobility and above peasants. An excerpt featuring this outfit follows:
“Why does she need to change?”
Tagel gave Lord Karel a quizzical look. “She can’t go trapping with all those skirts! She just wore those to please Mother.”
“She’ll wear breeches?” Karel was astonished.
“You nilly,” Laughed Tagel. “She still wears a skirt, just not so many underneath.”
“Ah.” Karel was quickly finding that the young lady of Castle Morva was very different than his sisters and friends back home. He liked the difference though. This was no tender lily afraid of wilting. She was a wildflower.
She returned from the cave quickly, wearing a peasant shift over a pair of Tagel’s trousers.
“Lord Karel thought you’d come out dressed like a man!” Tagel spouted with a chuckle.
Karel turned red but Tamarita didn’t notice.
“I wish I could!” She exclaimed to Karel’s surprise. “Skirts get tangled up so easily. It’s the only reason you ever win our races, Tagel.”
I would love to read your whole story. It sounds really good.
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