08.Jan.20, 05:37 AM
Mylorah was debating if she could get away with cancelling her acceptance of the invitation and still get to keep in touch with Tazikel as colours were bickered over. But when the tailor ran around fetching different bolts of fabric and she saw how hard he was trying to please all of them, she felt extremely guilty. Itherida was helping her into the garments and making pleasant suggestions that might work, Tazikel wanted to find something that was perfect for her, and that dear tailor... he had the most at stake, didn't he? If he couldn't create something that she liked then that would displease Tazikel which meant the Lord Holder's family would never consider using him and it could even sway some other lords.
Well phooey.
It wasn't like she was going to get out of this anyway and she knew her style would be too scandalous for a party, especially on the arm of a lord so she sucked it up and tried not to whine or pout too much.
"I like that one," Mylorah pointed after considering the blues for a minute. It wasn't too dark but a nice shade all the same. The tailor nodded at her selection and moved some of the accent colours around to help highlight what would work nicely with it. Again, she studied them, not really sure what would be best but since neither of her companions had vetoed any of the options she figured nothing would be considered wrong. Finally, she pointed at a red.
"Okay, colours are done. What comes next?" She tried to sound chipper and even smiled at the tailor/ Tazikel still earned her wrinkling her nose at him and then her tongue sticking out when the tailor turned away to fuss with something else.
Well phooey.
It wasn't like she was going to get out of this anyway and she knew her style would be too scandalous for a party, especially on the arm of a lord so she sucked it up and tried not to whine or pout too much.
"I like that one," Mylorah pointed after considering the blues for a minute. It wasn't too dark but a nice shade all the same. The tailor nodded at her selection and moved some of the accent colours around to help highlight what would work nicely with it. Again, she studied them, not really sure what would be best but since neither of her companions had vetoed any of the options she figured nothing would be considered wrong. Finally, she pointed at a red.
"Okay, colours are done. What comes next?" She tried to sound chipper and even smiled at the tailor/ Tazikel still earned her wrinkling her nose at him and then her tongue sticking out when the tailor turned away to fuss with something else.