Scrutinize Figure
You look back to the person in front of you, and decide that the descriptor “willowy” is precisely appropriate for them.
Säve Dupleix, apparently: “That’s me. I’m Säve.”
Säve’s voice is as quiet as a perfectly audible voice can be.
Anise: “What do you think it means, then? You’re supposed to work? What about the rest of us?”
Säve: “Maybe it’s not your time yet? I think I might be starting first because… I’ve been doing this for quite a while…”
Säve trails off, as if embarrassed, looking at the floorboards and tilting in the chair. You can’t help imagining a trim Dress in place of the form-fitting black, black everywhere, the most anonymous and nondescript of ensembles. Clothing with no opinions. Clothing that’s perfectly silent. Ohhh, the Dresses you could make for that frame.