((Well, I'm bored... so Ysmay is not going to be able to sleep. X3))
Ysmay released a sigh after tossing and turning for several minutes. "Curse to gods whom think its funny to torture a mots mind." She hissed to no one and got up and dressed. The night was still dark but it was creeping closer to morning. Ysmay, figuring she wouldn't be going on any assignments boiled water over her fire for a quick and scalding bath. After she combed out her hair free of tangles she coiled it in an elegant mass of braids and pins that could be used as weapons if needed. She dressed in a simple brown dress over a long sleeved linen shift that would hide the weapons at her back and at her wrists. She yanked on some soft lether boots stained black that contained yet more daggers. She wore a choker necklace that hid her throat scars and a leather belt to hold a single large dagger. After donning a brown cloak made of feather-light material Ysmay looked in the mirror. The effect of the entire outfit made the young mot look as elegant as a noble but as normal as a rich commoner. With a sigh, Ysmay grabbed a basket and slipped from her door.
(If you want a visual, the outfit looks similar to
this, her cloak looking like
this and the boots look like
this)