Voah’s Transformation

JP with Omni and Lorem:

Voah expressed her interest and trepidation about approaching the travelers on the plains. If they were going to show themselves, she would have to do something about her clothes and her hair. It would not do to continue to dress like one of the silent flock.

"I don't think they are outwardly hostile, unless they just haven't spotted us yet at this distance. If we are going to meet them, we have to do it with care. Can I borrow the outer part of your Arisha Ikeburer?"

Gonyaul began taking off the outer parts of his Arisha Ikeburer, with no questions asked. The way he removed it was more than simply removing it. It was as if he was intentional about each motion in the process; an art form of dressing and undressing that was usual of anything done in vauxian style.

The outer part was thinner and more flowing than the fabric of the inner outfit that Gonyaul was still wearing. It would look like a long flowing skirt and a flowing top, robe like, with long flowing sleeves. The fabric breathes very well being made from the fibers of a jungle plant similar to cotton. They would be wearing a matching set in regards to the color and the fact there was a claw mark on the back reinforced by a tanned caribou hide.

Gonyaul remained wearing the simple inner garment. A long skirt, arm wraps up to the elbows, a upper body wrap and a sash about the waist.

“Perhaps I go first and meet? See if safe before join me?”

"Yes, that should suffice. Let's allow them to move along for a bit. I want your help with something first."

She ditched the silent flock helmet piece but packed away the lower metallic mask section that wrapped around her nose and mouth. Then she tore the black garments into strips, wrapping some around her hands and wrists.

She took out an incense bowl and threw in a bunch of the crushed charcoal she used for cleaning her teeth then, using some of the black cloth over her hand, she squished a handful of chokeberries into it, finally she drizzled some holy oil into it from her flask and thinned the mixture with water to create a dye. Gonyaul watched in wonder at what she was trying to accomplish.

Gonyaul was like a silent hummingbird, hovering around trying to get a good view of this interesting process.

“Are you making paint? Or a type of food or balm?”

"I don't really know what I'm doing or if this will even work, but I want to try to stain my hair to make it darker, like yours. It might help me blend in a bit better here."

She did not yet dress herself in his outer garment, wanting to avoid ruining it.

"You might want to take off those arm wraps."

With Gonyaul's assistance, she proceeded to rub more oil around her hairline and then, bending over, they ran the chokeberry charcoal dye through her hair until it became a thick, dark black color tinged with purple color.

She put her wet hair into the black cloth and moved on to the next step. Very carefully, she applied the mixture to her eyebrows. After half an hour, she rinsed the excess from her hair. It was sufficient to make her hair dark but there was no way to conceal her ocean eyes.

Using the last bit of lavender soap, the luxury she was afforded from the rectory, she cleaned their hands and her face so the dye wouldn't stain.

She then put her hair into a single thick braid and wrapped it again with a long, dry black strip into piece that served as a head scarf. This would cover most of her face and all of her obvious golden hair.

When she was sure that no harm would come to true outer Arisha Ikeburer, she asked Gonyaul to help her don it the right and methodical way.

Then together, they set off to catch up to the traveling convoy who had continued moving on.