Karigan couldn’t remember the last time she had been made to wear a dress. Oh wait she could. It was back before she had left home. It wasn’t that she hated dresses… They were just not very suited to her choice of profession. Thankfully she had found a way to strap at least one of her favorite daggers to her leg under the fabric of the skirt. As if she would go anywhere unarmed completely. Even a party.

Though she did feel sort of out of place at such a party. Even hidden behind a green mask with gold accents. Her dress was in similar tones of green. The dress and mask had been gifts from a mystery person. Only a note came with them. It had been vague at best. Not even handwriting she recognized. Part of the reason she came armed with a hidden dagger.

“These skirts make it so hard to move.”

Karigan’s ears twitched at the sound of someone speaking to her. Her tail swished back an forth gently. Her eyes looked the elezen woman up and down with interest. A bright smile forming on her lips.

“Aye. Can’t say I’m a fan either. When ya used to dressing in clothes for movement, dresses feel so… Restrictive.”

(Thanks @sorceressofdurendaire)

(From here)