The City was bustling with the impending Ceremony, and Tigria hated it. Everyone was rushing about trying to make order of the chaos, and all it did was put her sharp teeth on edge. She was very aware that all the running around and idiocy would end in something quite grand, but until that time came, the white tigress was doing her best to stay well away from it all. She'd not had orders from any of the Royals oddly enough. This left her with much time on her hands. WAY...too much time on her hands...<br/><br/>...which meant she too was in the market square at the moment. Though the crowds tended to make her queasy, she was mostly ignored, which was fine with her. She even finally managed to take on a semblance of enjoyment as she came to the section of the market that held the clothiers, and the jewelers. Though if any were to ask Tigria, she would deny to any that she cared for such things. Yet truly? Oh she loved pretty things.<br/><br/>So she found herself wandering the stalls, gazing upon a necklace of gleaming blue stones that the sun bounced off enticingly. Clawed fingers stroked over it lovingly until the merchant made mention how wonderfully her blue eyes would be enhanced if she wore such a bauble. This comment caused her to duck her head, a hand coming to smooth long white fur away from her face shyly. Shaking her head she would mumble excuses before turning away, sighing at herself. Why couldn't she just buy it? Stupid, stupid cat! Simply continuing on, she was quite oblivious to the occasional favorable glance in her direction from passers by. Though she was unaware, she moved with a dancers grace, the swell of sleek hips swaying enticingly, her steps lithe and silent. The blue suede halter (http://compare.ebay.com/like/160592068711?var=lv&ltyp=AllFixedPriceItemTypes&var=sbar&_lwgsi=y) she wore cupped lovingly full breasts, and the long blue loincloth (http://media.photobucket.com/image/long%20loincloth%20for%20women/Kattheif/RP%2520stuff/FFIV__dragon_girl__by_AngELofREbell.jpg) swayed with each step she took, tight round hillocks just peeking from beneath the material.<br/><br/>Another sight caught her attention a stall of silks. A bright blue shimmered in the warm breeze and she found herself in front of this stall soon enough, fingering the softness of the material with a far off look in her ice blue eyes. Her mind was on what sort of dress could be made with it. Something light and airy, easy movement for dancing. She wouldn't be able to make the garment herself, but surely she could con one of the Royal seamstresses into doing it...