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How strange to be doing something as normal as shopping, though the clothes were surely exotic enough to fit with her escape.
No going back. The momentum alone must take me forward even if I falter.
A dark floral pattern caught her eye. The dress was impractical, other than as camouflage on this strange planet, but pleasing nonetheless. Cordelia wondered if he would think so as well. Wondered if it mattered. Decided to try it on.
“Excellent choice,” the shopkeeper said, coming around to where she stood before the mirror. “The colors contrast beautifully with that lovely hair of yours, and I have just the combs to match.”
Well, that was one Barrayaran opinion in favor. It was a start.