A few days past I attended the Grand Tournament of the Mark in Camp Dragonhead. It may not come as a surprise to you readers that I don’t generally care for sport, but it seemed a good opportunity to go hunting for a different sort of style than the kind I have showcased here previously. As I rode the airship into Ishgard, I had grand fantasies about finding dozens and dozens of bombastically dressed archers to choose from, so you can imagine my disappointment when I found all the entrants to be dressed so… practically.
Perhaps it was the drab Coerthan light, but everyone was positively sepia toned. Just when I thought I was going to have to come up with some drivel about which shade of brown was best at deflecting arrows, a literal bloom in the snow caught my eye. Meet Azette Sejois, minor Ishgardian noble and one of the few attendees who seemed to know how to dress herself to flatter.
I will confess that is was not her floral hair ornament that caught my eye first, but rather her finely crafted blades. (A note to the combat-oriented among you: your weapon is your most key accessory. Make it count!) Apparently, in Ishgard, these are government issue - Miss Sejois is a former Inquisitor, though remarkably well-adjusted. She waxed political with me for a moment:
“I’m glad the truth was revealed after so long. Is that not what the Inquisition should be based on, after all? Discovering the truth, no matter what that truth may be?” With words like that, it’s hard to imagine her ever throwing heretics off of cliffs. She goes on: “But I can’t imagine that this is the usual content of a fashion feature.”