Of course, not everything Miri and Anne bought was purely practical. Occasionally, they would indulge themselves by shopping for some nice-looking clothes to wear. Sometimes, it felt good to put on something stylish and fashionable once in a while—as fashionable as medieval fantasy mage robes could be. (It’s probably not going to end up on the cover of Vogue…or could it?)
Besides, with all the adventures they’re about to go and all the enemies they’re about to face, their clothes were bound to get damaged sooner or later. Better to have a couple of spares as backup just in case.
Currently, Miri and Anne were trying out different mage robes at a clothing shop. All around them, there were robes of various colors and designs as far as the eye could see. Even trying out a small portion of this selection would take hours. Lucky for them, they’d got time to spare. Whenever one of them saw a robe that caught their eye, they might try it out and ask for the other’s opinion. Occasionally, they might even pick a robe for the other to try—see what fits and what doesn't.
“Ooh, this looks really good on you,” Miri said, picking out a light-pink robe for Anne to try, one that’s a far cry from the plain and modest white cleric robe Anne usually wore by default.
“You really think so?” Anne asked with a slight blush, putting on the pink robe Miri had picked out for her as she twirled around for her partner to inspect her from all angles. “You don’t think I look too garish, do you?”
“No, of course not. You look just the right amount of garish,” Miri assured, waving a hand to dismiss her concerns. “Besides, even if you do look a bit garish, who cares? It looks good on you. That’s what matters.”
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“I appreciate your compliment, Miri, but a cleric should always maintain a conduct of modesty and prudence,” Anne said, maintaining a posture of subtle yet elegant grace. “I found that this sort of proper behavior is what gives the patients I heal a peace of mind, giving them the impression that they are in good hands. Imagine what would happen if all clerics dress in garish pink robes?”
“Actually, that wouldn’t be such a bad idea, now that I think about it,” Miri said with a mischievous smirk, receiving a mild look of disapproval from Anne. “Oh, come on. It’s not like I’m saying we should do it all of the time. Just every once in a while, during a special occasion or something.” In fact, she bet that having all the nurses in a hospital dress in hot-pink outfits would be a great April Fool’s joke. “Anyway, now it’s your turn to give me an outfit to try.”
“Alright then, how about…this one?” Anne said, picking out and handing Miri an outfit that had a mixture of light and dark shades of green.
“Hmm, not bad,” Miri commented, twirling around as she studied herself in the mirror. “Though the green kinda makes me look like a druid.”
“I don’t see anything wrong with that,” Anne said. “I’ve known quite a number of druids throughout my life. Most of them are actually very friendly.”
“Yeah, sure, but I’m not trying to look friendly here,” Miri said. “I’m trying to look sharp and intimidating, like a mage who’s capable of kicking some ass, you know.”
As they continued shopping for clothes, they discussed for hours on the purpose of a person’s attire and how it affected the image they want to present to others, which would in turn offer a slight psychological advantage to themselves. It’s actually quite an interesting topic if one were to pay enough attention to it.
