Ignoring Ursula was a dangerous thing most of the time, but Ella had been willing to risk a sulk for the sake of finishing her page. She was half-way through a thought, a mere whisper away from putting to parchment the specific taxidermical method for stretching elf-skin without it tearing – they were a flimsy race, she had discovered – and the interruption was not welcome. (Truthfully, she was amazed it had not come earlier.)
Sighing she lowered her quill and turned in her seat to observe her sister-in-law. The dress was indeed rather modern, though nowhere near some of the monstrosities she had seen displayed in London of late, and, quite inevitably, it became Ursula wonderfully. Most styles did, alas.
Elladora quirked her lip, making a meal of assessing the dress and the woman inside it.
“It seems rather snug about the waist,” she drawled, eying Ursula around the middle and observing privately that any tighter and the dress might be considered indecent, outlining as it did everything from Ursula’s hips upwards. “Though I daresay that is the intention. Where did it come from?”
fabulous set by Lady <3