#up there with Vvardenfell's lesser or pebble landcrabs in terms of Extensively Planned Tamriel Fauna That Only Exists In My Head

[shadows-of-almsivi]

1!

1: Gloves

There are some small things that just can’t be replaced, little trivial luxuries but nonetheless missed all the same. Some long-dead vintner’s special reserve, or a particular type of pipe tobacco fallen out of fashion, things such as these.

Take these gloves, for example. Rather good riding gloves, I must say. Here, touch for yourself if you wish, the leather is genuine Bosmeri oil-tan. Tough enough for stern-gripped riding, thin enough to pluck up a coin and feel the ridges of Tiber Septim's face. Soft suede kidskin, I think that these will become a favourite pair, in time.

They’re very like another pair of gloves I had once, when I was young. The animal those had been made from has since been rendered extinct, to the best of my knowledge; the grubs of the Grazelands burrowing woolmoth. Pale and supple as eggshell membrane, those gloves, just to the creamy side of white, absolutely paper-thin. An impractical shade for travel, perhaps, but I could never abide by strict utility alone, especially then. And they matched my Order robes quite nicely.

Such a shame… I do hope my sister took them, once I was gone. I’d hate to think they’d simply rotted away in some storage chest.

These gloves are, of course, but common goatskin, not quite so thin or divinely soft, but still… They do make my hands look rather graceful and elegant, don’t you think?

And it spares my hands from rider’s calluses, besides. I suppose that’s the main thing.

#anonymous #askmemes #askmeme #ooh fashion #I am physically restraining myself from launching off on an entire page just about Grazelands burrowing woolmoths #up there with Vvardenfell's lesser or pebble landcrabs in terms of Extensively Planned Tamriel Fauna That Only Exists In My Head #Morry is such an unpredictable muse #sometimes it's long minifics #sometimes it's “look at what I found at the market I look amazing”