08.Jan.20, 04:59 AM
Shopping with Mylorah was an adventure. It may be mean of him, but Tazikel was enjoying how out of her depth Mylorah was. Just a little, with how appalled she was by all the layers and underthings and how stiff most of this prim dresses were. There had been a number of dresses Tazikel had suggested she try on he never had any intention of letting her walk away with, he just wanted to see the disgruntled face brought on by the absurd garments. Itherida, tragically, knew what he was doing and after the first three like that she gave him a disapproving look and loudly started suggesting other dresses - ones that were actual possibilities.
Still, none were quite right. Despite the entertainment of Mylorah in fussy Holder dresses, Tazikel wasn’t that cruel - he decided it would be best to get her something custom, that looked prim and proper but wasn’t quite as stuffy. Let no one say he wasn’t thoughtful of the women in his life. Even if Mylorah didn’t appreciate it just yet in the fitting room.
“Everyone does look good in black, however it’s also not the kind of thing you wear to a party unless you’re trying to prove you’re straightlaced and boring. That’s not what we’re going for, so no black dresses today.” Tazikel said, peeking his head around the dividing screen to make a face at her.
“In theory you could probably wear Ista colors, since you are from Ista Weyr, after all, but honestly, Ista colors are awful. Bright orange? Ugh, no.” Itherida made a comment about the darker, more subtle oranges usually worn by Istan ladies - which she knew well enough, since her sister was an Istan lady now - and Tazikel pouted at her. “We’re ruling out options, Theri, don’t put them back in. No orange. You’ll thank me,” he told Mylorah very seriously.
“Your Gather dress was dark blue, wasn’t it? That was a good color on you.” Tazikel thought out loud, and the tailor rushed to get all the dark blues he had to display for them. “Maybe a dark blue and and then a contrast color.” As the tailor rushed to lay out more fabric samples next to the various blues Tazikel gestured to the display. “What do you think, Mylorah? Any of these look nice to you?”
Still, none were quite right. Despite the entertainment of Mylorah in fussy Holder dresses, Tazikel wasn’t that cruel - he decided it would be best to get her something custom, that looked prim and proper but wasn’t quite as stuffy. Let no one say he wasn’t thoughtful of the women in his life. Even if Mylorah didn’t appreciate it just yet in the fitting room.
“Everyone does look good in black, however it’s also not the kind of thing you wear to a party unless you’re trying to prove you’re straightlaced and boring. That’s not what we’re going for, so no black dresses today.” Tazikel said, peeking his head around the dividing screen to make a face at her.
“In theory you could probably wear Ista colors, since you are from Ista Weyr, after all, but honestly, Ista colors are awful. Bright orange? Ugh, no.” Itherida made a comment about the darker, more subtle oranges usually worn by Istan ladies - which she knew well enough, since her sister was an Istan lady now - and Tazikel pouted at her. “We’re ruling out options, Theri, don’t put them back in. No orange. You’ll thank me,” he told Mylorah very seriously.
“Your Gather dress was dark blue, wasn’t it? That was a good color on you.” Tazikel thought out loud, and the tailor rushed to get all the dark blues he had to display for them. “Maybe a dark blue and and then a contrast color.” As the tailor rushed to lay out more fabric samples next to the various blues Tazikel gestured to the display. “What do you think, Mylorah? Any of these look nice to you?”