The Tikilin ornaments were small and thin, and fit around her in three separate pieces – one for the waist and one for each leg, attaching to her thigh and calf, bracing her knees. She put them on and then slipped her clean gown over her head, and was pleased to see that once she had smoothed the material, one could not tell that she even possessed such items. They are hidden well enough, she thought. Now there is only to see what they can do. “What unusual contraptions,” Calico muttered, looking at the pieces of the suit on her own body. “My people have never had need for such things.” The two of them had been left alone to change, though Wren did not doubt that Nix was directly outside in case Calico made another attempt. Wren did not respond to the girl’s comment, not feeling the need. She did not have anything to say to Calico that didn’t have to do with the journey. They were not friends. “Are you decent yet?” came a voice from the door. The sound startled them at its abrupt coming, and Wren looked back to see the tall boy who passed inside with very little warning.
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