“About the dresses… as now my husband has said so, I am to ask the women to aid with their good eye once we are back home... Will that be fine?”
“Ou... As of now you only own one new dress if it’s been like this... You should get more made especially for you.” — Satisfied, Aslak said. Proud of having convinced his wife to indulge in her privileges... although it had been thanks to Ewelina’s wise management.
"??? What?"
"Hm?"
Curiosity was immediately lit at his nonchalant comment, and the question was asked as it corresponded… For such dress’ existence was unknown to the woman.
“There is a new dress this wife owns? How come I do not know which piece it is my spouse mentions?”
“… Your wedding dress.”
“.... My... wedding dress?”
“The one used for the feast at the hall. I told the women to make it. It’s tradition… We have to wear Brudalma. The wedded’s blessed attire for weddings at Sortnafeigr, told by the earth's deep roots... Or something like that said Nolsvun.”