(They're getting a few weird looks as they enter town proper.)

Nuzzle. "Best form of transportation."

Elana smirks. She doesn't particularly care what these provincials think of her.

As long as they have some sort of general store, that'll be the first stop; otherwise, the inn.

There's a (run down) general store, which seems to double as a secondhand and consignment shop.

Perfect. She can walk around with Lace to choose an outfit out of what's available.

There's: secondhand clothes, mostly worn and faded and plain; consignment clothes, mostly newer and nicer and more colorful, but also there's only one full outfit and it's a floral dress - the majority of the very slim pickings are accessories; and bolts of fabric, for if you feel like making your own clothing. Not much else.

("I could make a kick ass toga out of that..." is Lace's opinion of one of the more colorful fabrics. Also "That's cute but it'd be a pain to fight in probably," of the floral dress, and "Oh, that's soft" of an enormous and fluffy dark grey scarf.)

She can pick whatever she'd like.

She'll go with a red fabric, then, and two interesting cloak pins (designed to resemble a snake and a cat respectively), and a dark belt, and the dark grey scarf, and some practical socks and leather boots (a bit too big for her, but the socks compensate). 

She charms the store manager into letting her use the back room to get changed.

Does Elana want to help?

Yes. In the interests of... efficiency, let's call it.

Oh, good. Draping cloth is easier with two sets of hands...

Indeed it is.

She fairly casually strips as soon as Elana lets her down in the store room. She lingers a bit teasingly, but - she's obviously not embarrassed about her body at all. 

That's fair; she does have an excellent body.

Heeee.

She stretches a bit, then unfolds the red cloth, draping it around herself like a dress - asking Elana to help a bit - then tying the skirt of it into something almost like shorts. She pins the cloth at her shoulders. She'll have a bit of her thighs exposed to the air between the tops of her boots and the bottom of her shorts, but she doesn't seem bothered by the idea. She drapes the scarf around her shoulders and head, wraps the belt to cinch in her waist.

She twirls a bit when she's done, testing how well the cloth settles. It looks good on her, flattering her soft curves.

"Good enough," is her verdict. "And it'll hold until we can get me an actual hiking wardrobe in Solitude... The inn, next? Or maybe find someone to sell me a knife..."

"It looks good on you," Elana says. "The inn, then we can stop at the blacksmith on the way out."

She nods. "Thanks, and that's fine by me."

Then to the inn, and a hot meal.

Lace will overlook the rusticness. Warm meal: sooooooo good.

Elana orders a smaller portion than Lace, and sits next to her while they eat.

She grins at Elana. "I think I'm also gonna have to introduce you to my world's cuisine, if this is normal fare here..."

"I think it's just your entire world at this point."

Light laugh. "We'll make a time of it."

"I am sure it will be grand."

"I hope I can live up to your expectations, then."

"I don't think that will be much of a problem."

Heeee. "Good."