I’ve tried four times to document the fashion show I attended. Hats and wraps and coats, oh my! But the moment I get into specifics about any of the garments, even those that I have made in the Waking, my hands shut down.
Guess this time you’ll have to take my word for it.
It was awesome. The [redacted], and the [redacted], and the way the [redacted] hung off the [redacted].
~points to preceding paragraph~ See that? That’s what happens when my dreams troll my ass. I had no problem redacting everything.
Fuck it. Hand over the coffee and no one gets hurt. I have work to do.