Fashion on Pendor is much slower than on other worlds, but it has some definable patterns, and at present there were very set male and female fashions; people at this party were going out of their way to achieve androgyny.Fashion on Pendor is much slower than on other worlds, but it has some definable patterns, and at present there were very set male and female fashions; people at this party were going out of their way to achieve androgyny. Apparently P'nyssa had caught wind, with her very feminine tuxedo. I saw Felinzi with complete watercolors airbrushed into their fur. Mostly Taoist themes, too. Seems Tao and Zen had taken Felinzi culture by storm the past two years. But what made my curiosity go sky-high was that I saw not one, or two, but at least five Tindals wearing the exact same thing P'nyssa had on. At first I had thought I was just seeing Nyss over and over, but I saw two of them talking together, and neither of them had the earring. Well, they had earrings, but not "Dragon." And one of them was most definitely male. Dinner was okay; I think the poultry was a tad under-done, but then maybe I got an Uncia's plate by mistake. Can't expect the caterers to get everything right. But my dinner companions were pleasant enough; to my right was a Markal fem named Tavvi with a ton of piercings in her large rodentine ears, and to my left a femSsphynx whose voice reminded me of a young lady I'd once known only by the name of Fading Breezes. Unfortunately, I had no opportunity to get to know either of these ladies very well since I was situated across from an apparently just post-adolescent angry-at-the-universe-in-general Centaur who recognized me and my uniform and seemed quite intent on pestering me. It was all I could do to concentrate on teasing the Markal under the table, tickling her very exposed thigh. I'm glad the miniskirt is back. After desert (and some incredible double entendres' from the Ssphynx, considering it was only cherry pie a la mode), I advised the young Mel that when he grow up he volunteer for the Fleet before opening his mouth. He took affront to that, predictably, and I fully expected the phrase "affaire' de honor." But he passed. Lucky him. It's been a while since I've picked up any sort of sword, but I've got a lot more years on the boy, and age and treachery and all that rot. I danced for a while with the young Markal lady, and she was intent on teasing me with her tail, which kept coming around us. |