Flashback ( PDFDrive )

more pockets hidden in the capes. Even the tops of the boots had
pockets—and no sign of heels. And the designs were streamlined and
simple—the tunics a little shorter to keep them out of the way, the
pants stretchier to allow for a wider range of motion. Darker, deeper
colors to help her blend in. No jewels. No lace. Nothing decorative—
unless it hid a pocket.
It was basically Sophie’s dream wardrobe—since jeans and T-shirts
weren’t really an elvin thing.
And even her Level Four uniforms had been altered to hide as many
secrets as they could fit.
“It’s all perfect,” Sophie promised, ducking into her closet to
change into a pair of the new gray pants and a simple navy tunic. No
one would be able to tell by looking at her that she could now carry at
least twenty different gadgets and weapons with her everywhere she
went. But she felt fierce.
“I can make you regular holsters if you want to carry a larger
weapon, like a sword,” Flori offered when Sophie returned to her
bedroom, “and I designed the tunics to fit over a breastplate, in case
you decide you want hidden armor.”
“You thought of everything,” Sophie told her. “Thank you—I’m
sure this was a ton of work.”
Flori’s cheeks flushed. “Anything to help the moonlark.” She
scooped up a two-tone gray cape—lighter on the outside, darker on
the underside—and helped Sophie clasp it around her shoulders with
Tinker’s null. “There. Now you’re ready to take on the world.”
“Uh, I thought this was where all the training was happening—but
I guess I’m here for dress-up time?” a familiar voice said from
Sophie’s doorway.