Lunar Revenge

The Outfit Matters

Emerald POV

The journey back to my former pack, took most of the day. The festival would be starting tonight, and I didn’t want to miss such an opportunity. Nikkia and I decided to get some rest before all the excitement.

I brought her to my old cave. Finding some old clothes to put on, I was shocked they didn’t fit. Snickering Nikkia offered up ‘You have more muscle mass than you did previously.’ I squeezed into the sweat pants and hoodie. I am definitely not bulky now, but it really put into perspective how tiny I was before.

After a two hour power nap, we decided to head to town for food and a change of clothing. I fortunately had money saved up. Despite my bag being with me when I died, it reappeared in my cave. Nikkia eluded to the moon goddess helping me out and I didn’t question further.

One of the small boutiques catches my eye. The exterior white painted brick drew my attention. The front door is painted a bright red. Walking in, I notice the brick continues inside. The hardwood floors creak under my weight. The sales girl looks bored. She looks like she’s my age. Her chocolate shoulder length hair in loose waves. Noticing me walk in, she perks up. “Hi! How can I help you?”

“Hi.” I smile back. “I obviously need new clothes.” Gesturing to my sad outfit, I let out a soft chuckle. She gives me a quick once over. “If I may be so bold?” She asks. My nod is all she needs to continue. “I sense a bad ass vibe. Your muscles are well defined. Clearly you’re no chump.”

She disappears behind a clothing rack. When she re-emerges she has several pairs of jeans. All appear to be in darker washes. Heading to the changing area, she sets them inside. She disappears into the back room, reappearing with T-shirts this time. After she adds them to the stack, she goes to the shoe section. She comes back with different styles and sizes.

“I guessed at your sizes, but I’m fairly accurate. If you would indulge me?” I do as asked. I head to the room she prepared for me. As I’m trying on outfits, I learn the girls name is Adalee. She seems to be enjoying this as much as myself. I never had this experience in my teenage years.

She is sweet but honest. Her honey eyes inspect the latest outfit. She put me in some dark skinnies, black combat boots and a light grey T-shirt. Snapping her fingers she yells, “I’ve got it! I know what you’re missing!”

Running to the back room once more, she returns with a leather jacket. In a flash she has it on me. Stepping back, she admires her work. “This is it. This look suits you.”