[ alfyn doesn't have much in the way of body shyness, so he's already gotten quickly changed out of the robes and back into his usual clothes. the flower crown has been carefully tucked into his satchel, and he's gotten his axe carefully in the back of his belt where it usually goes when not in use. the robes, though, even as he's walking around, he's working on picking at the seams to take the thing apart.
but he glances up from where he's fiddling with the threads in one shoulder, and then - pauses abruptly at something deeply familiar. ]
wknd 0; saturday
but he glances up from where he's fiddling with the threads in one shoulder, and then - pauses abruptly at something deeply familiar. ]
... is that a Knights Ardante uniform?