Ebony Morgan Dartsmoore was not a vain person. She was decently self confident, to the point where her job consisted of her regularly wearing revealing clothing and doing very difficult dance maneuvers in large productions, but she was not vain. And yet, the lust spawn always vaguely felt she must be the most vain creature ever when she went into clothing shops where the walls all seemed to be gigantic mirrors. Most women she saw in the boutique couldn't help but stand and stare at their reflections nervously or run past them like they were an evil thing. Ebby could completely ignore hers or idly glance at it, wondering if she should do something new with her hair or wings for fun.
The woman was presently admiring a display of dresses that had been put up. They had versions for all ages and were a form of gauzy black material that was presently in fashion. Elegance and grace, with a hint of fragility. Was that even a word? As she admired the gowns, several women wandered by whispering about her, young girls commenting about how they'd look in the new gowns and how much better or worse than the purple spawn they'd look. She paid it no mind but then again, she had other things to think about - like nice dresses for if she asked a certain boy out.
