Ness returns after an indeterminable amount of time, dressed...differently. She'd decided to break out her best clothes, and the result was nothing less than breathtaking; she typically gave little thought to her appearance beyond whether it was colorful and comfortable, but this was something else entirely. She was even wearing a skirt! An almost immodestly short one that didn't quite reach her knees, and was made of leather, but when she wore skirts, they were always short so she could move around in them easily.
Added on to this was a slim, tightly-fitting shirt with a loose collar that allowed one to see the tiny pendant around her neck, filled with water and glowing ever so faintly. Ness had never explained to anyone how she got it, simply making annoyingly cutesy mysterious excuses and deflections about knowing too much or the romance of mystery. When she got it was interesting though; she'd been thrown overboard while on one of the fishing boats, and didn't come to the shore for hours. When she did, she simply walked into the circle of mourners from seemingly nowhere, coming from the direction of one of the ponds in the village. The pendant, with it's glittering shine, drew attention to her chest, though it did not stay there. The shirt had no sleeves whatsoever, but her hair was done up, the typical interspersed dreadlocks and braids she wore replaced by an intricate spiraling bun that draped said braids down, as well as looping around her head in a way that merely accentuated her features. The lightest touch of make-up reinforced this, causing her eyes to sparkle more brightly than the necklace she wore, the grin on her face the type that brings a smile to everyone else's.
Of course, the bard's beauty was perhaps somewhat maligned when she tripped over a root sticking out of the sand and nearly landed on her face. As it was, she managed to -barely- keep the sand from covering her head, but it coated her legs and shirt, instead. Sputtering sand, she got up, frowning and futilely trying to brush off the sand.
"Blech! Man, this is my favorite shirt, too..."