It's your sister

"Come in!" You say over your shoulder, recognizing the voice. You hear the flap of your tent opening and footsteps entering. "Whitney, I was just- ohgoddessyou'rechanging!" You pause halfway through pulling your top over your head and snort. "C'mon Lina, really?" You pull your top the rest of the way off and turn to face your sister, who is avidly looking away from you, her face slightly red, although that might just be the lantern light.

"I'll never understand why seeing people change bugs you so much, you've seen me naked dozens of times." You tease your sister before digging through the trunk of clothes by your bed. "Yes, but that was when we were kids Whittles.." Your sister stands awkwardly by the entrance to your tent, somehow coming across like a shy teenager despite being both taller and older than you. "Things are different now that we're adults."

You pull a sleeveless tunic from your trunk and face your sister, giggling the whole while. "We're sisters Lina, not strangers, if it makes you feel any better I'm perfectly comfortable with you seeing me in my underclothes." You hold the tunic up to your chest and gesture down at yourself, "Speaking of clothing, what do you think? This with the black breeches?" Lina pauses a moment, opens her mouth, closes it, and looks away. "You look lovely in that top, maybe the light grey for the breeches though." You nod and pull the blue silk tunic over your head. You go digging through your tunic for the pants your sister suggested and ask, "So what was it you wanted sis?" And then, "Aha!" You pull the grey breeches out and toss them on your bed before tugging down your pants to change.

"Uh..." Your sister looks at you wide-eyed for a moment then shakes her head before fully turning to look at what must be a particularly interesting patch of the tent wall. "Yes, I wanted to.." She shuffles in place uncomfortably for a moment, "... I uh, have a birthday gift for you." You get your breeches in place and place your hands over your heart. "Oh Lina, did you get your favorite sister a gift? You shouldn't have." You immediately extend an arm and open and close your hand in mock impatience. Lina giggles, "You're my only sister, unless you know something I don't." She reaches down and slips something over your hand and when she withdraws there's a thin silver bangle on your wrist. "I had this made for you, supposedly it's tarnish proof, but, well, we'll see."

You brush a thumb over the bracelet and realize there are shallow engravings depicting lilies, your favorite flower, going around the band. "It's beautiful Lina, thank you." You wrap your sister in a tight hug that she returns, nuzzling into your hair fondly.

"Well then," Lina steps back, "I know you're getting ready to head out, but do try not to stay out too late, okay Whittles?" And with that your sister quickly leaves the tent, and you're alone and all dressed up. You put on your hip bag and slip on a pair of sandals, perform a once over of your appearance and leave the tent. Now how to spend your evening?