Snippet #1831457

Kore blinked at the young man and then looked down at herself. What she was wearing certainly didn't seem very odd to her - in fact, it felt normal, felt comfortable - although it was rather different from what he was wearing. 'Better suited'? She wondered. Cold?

The air around her was very chilly, but Kore hadn't really noticed it. She'd been in the park for at least a few days now and had never noticed the bite of the air until now. A breeze ran through the trees, stirring the folds of her dress, but Kore didn't shiver. For some reason, the cold didn't really affect her, except to make her mildly sleepy. She suppressed a yawn and then looked at the young man again. Certainly, his clothes were not at all like hers - she couldn't remember seeing anyone dressed as he was ever, and despite the fact that Kore knew that she technically couldn't remember anything at the moment, the garments still looked strange and unfamiliar. He looked almost clown-like to her eyes - and he didn't have a cloak.

"I'm not cold," She said, but then hesitated. She had seen other people pass by the trees and plants - they had mostly been dressed as he had been, that blue, striated material and the color black being the most common. Are they all in mourning? She had wondered.

"But...I wouldn't mind...changing my outfit." She looked at him again, taking in his clothes one more time and then asked, "Would it be to one like yours?"