16.Oct.19, 05:59 AM
Mylorah puffed another breath of frustration-- or as much as she could with all the restricting layers she currently wore--as more measurements were taken. Some had already been taken, but that had been before the properly lady-like undergarments had been donned. She supposed maybe those ones were so they could make her more or maybe they combined some of the layers into one; that would be nice. But now she was wearing what Tazikel and Itherida assured her were very normal and very proper for wearing under what would eventually be the perfect yet also very proper gown for a party at a Lord Holder's home.
She thought she knew what she was getting into when she accepted the invitation both to the party and then to go shopping for a dress. Mylorah knew her dresses were fine for things like going to a Gather as just another Weyr whore--a term she had heard before but it didn't bother her--but they wouldn't do for an actual party with Lord Ista and other lords probably in the same room as her! She loved the fancy dress T'ryn had bought her but it wouldn't do this time. So the morning was dedicated to shopping. She didn't even like the act and hated it even more when she found out she actually had to try everything on.
Thank goodness for Itherida! Tazikel had been smart to bring his sister-in-law along to help find what was needed. Mylorah hadn't a clue and Tazikel sometimes played up his charming and proper lordly self and waited outside as Itherida helped her dress. Although no matter how charming he was, he still almost got smacked for his 'yes, it's part of the procedure' when she asked if she had to try on every single dress that caught his eye. But Itherida was nice and Mylorah enjoyed chatting with her even as she wrapped her up in torture devices disguised as dresses.
In the end, it didn't even matter! Tazikel had decided none were perfect and dragged her along to the tailor that was now draping coloured fabric around her. Mylorah assumed they were now deciding what colour would suit her best since the style seemed to have been decided on--or narrowed down. She lost track of everything an hour ago. All she recalled at this point was something about how the date of a son of Tillek doesn't buy off the rack and they needed something custom made and unique. Lucky her.
"Can't we just go with black and call it done? Everyone looks good in black, right?" Not that she even owned anything in black but she had darker colours and thought they were nice on her so close enough. One look at her audience and Mylorah knew that wouldn't work and she sighed again.
She thought she knew what she was getting into when she accepted the invitation both to the party and then to go shopping for a dress. Mylorah knew her dresses were fine for things like going to a Gather as just another Weyr whore--a term she had heard before but it didn't bother her--but they wouldn't do for an actual party with Lord Ista and other lords probably in the same room as her! She loved the fancy dress T'ryn had bought her but it wouldn't do this time. So the morning was dedicated to shopping. She didn't even like the act and hated it even more when she found out she actually had to try everything on.
Thank goodness for Itherida! Tazikel had been smart to bring his sister-in-law along to help find what was needed. Mylorah hadn't a clue and Tazikel sometimes played up his charming and proper lordly self and waited outside as Itherida helped her dress. Although no matter how charming he was, he still almost got smacked for his 'yes, it's part of the procedure' when she asked if she had to try on every single dress that caught his eye. But Itherida was nice and Mylorah enjoyed chatting with her even as she wrapped her up in torture devices disguised as dresses.
In the end, it didn't even matter! Tazikel had decided none were perfect and dragged her along to the tailor that was now draping coloured fabric around her. Mylorah assumed they were now deciding what colour would suit her best since the style seemed to have been decided on--or narrowed down. She lost track of everything an hour ago. All she recalled at this point was something about how the date of a son of Tillek doesn't buy off the rack and they needed something custom made and unique. Lucky her.
"Can't we just go with black and call it done? Everyone looks good in black, right?" Not that she even owned anything in black but she had darker colours and thought they were nice on her so close enough. One look at her audience and Mylorah knew that wouldn't work and she sighed again.