The waves crashing on her sleeves are brilliant. I weep that I will never be coordinated enough to wear that dress. Forget about weight. I'd do crack to be able to fit into that dress if I could wear it without knocking my coffee over with those sleeves every time I reached for something. Morea is obviously some sort of graceful goddess.
She is, I'd of gotten those things covered in soap, coffee, tea, spagetti sauce, whatever that black stuff is that you get on your hands when you walk up the stairs (the set outside that has the metal railing), cat hair, lizard poo, you name it O_O
I love the idea with colour accents here