Nakmarr Party: The Seamstress

[Kels]

The tailor is on the same floor they currently are on, so the girls did not have far to walk. One of the servants that had answered the summons lead the princesses to the tailor while the other ran off to find Trishea as Arako had asked. The door is opened for the princesses and they are allowed to enter. The servant stands to the side holding the door open. All the doors to the manor house are double doors, but that is very common in Serenity to make room for griffons and other large creatures. The seamstress Arako had mentioned is not large at all. She's a gnome.

The little gnome seamstress is in the room putting something away when the door opens. She doesn't turn around right away, but when she does she looks up in question to those entering. Her eyes then move to the servant who informs her that Arako had asked that she make something suitable for the princesses and to make sure the rest of the things they brought were adequate as well. The gnomes gives a little shrug of her shoulders and bounces over to the princesses. She waves the servant away with one of her little hands and off the servant rushes, no doubt to go collect the rest of the things. The gnome could gather this had not yet been done as those things did not enter with the princesses.

The gnome seamstress smiles brightly up at the princesses. “Do you want something reflective of your home, something more in style here in Serenity, or something else?”

She says nothing about how they are currently dressed, nor does she look them over with any judgment. The gnome is wearing a soft blue velvet dress with a little gold suede bodice over it. She doesn't wear a lot of jewelry or anything too flashy, but then one can gather she is just a servant. A well dressed servant at that.

[Ambassador Lark]

As the enter the room the young women are barely introduced to the seamstress. In fact the servant barely has any time to do anything but flee the room to fetch the rest of their things. Lark is the first to enter, as Ayden comes slowly in behind her. Lark had seen a gnome before, where as Ayden would not have. Brilliant pale eyes regard the gnome with surprise and delight, as a smile come to her full lips. Lark places a hand gingerly along Ayden's arm before inclining her head to her sister, whispering something about it not being polite to stare.

Ayden is a young girl, who was quickly becoming acquainted with the world above land. With so many options. So many things of interest, that a young girl of Ayden's age should be careful of. To Lark that meant steeling her heart. Boy crazed and awestruck was what Ayden was right now. Care-free, which could lead to careless. and it concerned Lark.

"Oh my I have wings, I have always wanted wings." Ayden replied gleefully. Hands curled neatly before her. Smile from ear to ear. Eyes wide and bright as she looked at the Gnome.

"Ayden, you can not have wings. I'm sorry its her first time out...well anywhere. Serenity style would be more appropriate." Lark told the seamstress. She didn't mean to sound like a buzz kill, but they seem to already have one strike against them for their clothing. Though she thought for a brief moment that Serenity would be the kind of place that Ayden could wear wings and not be ridiculed for it.

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The gnome seamstress thought at first Ayden was talking about stylistic wings on her ball gown or something, but then by Lark's reaction realizes Ayden speaks of real wings. “Oh, I'm sure it was hard enough for you to learn to walk, why don't you get used to that first, and then you can learn about obtaining wings?” She waves them into the room and waves Ayden to come stand on the dais where the little gnome can get her measurements. Ayden doesn't have to be first if they protest, but she seemed the most eager. She doesn't mention more about the wings, but she's sure it can be done if you can find the right alchemist or mage. The gnome seamstress is neither.

By the time the gnome was done taking the measurements of both women, Trishea and the servant return with the bags. Trishea is a short (155 cm) forest elf. She has medium brown hair and hazel eyes. She is dressed in a mix of elf and Serenity style much like Arako was. The current elf style seems to like cutouts and elf style is much slower to change so it's been that way for awhile and be will so awhile more. She wears a muted sky blue skirt of velvet with an ornate embroidered trim that climbs up the dress and around the tall slit in the side that goes all the way up to her hip. The embroidered pattern is of butterflies and flowers. The mix of Serenity style comes into play on her skit with little rhinestones in the centers of the flowers and beads on the butterfly wings. Her bodice is gold velvet and longer on the side opposite of the slit in her skirt. The bodice laces up the back but has an butterfly embroidered on the front with wings spreading up over her curves and antenna inviting the eye to look at her cleavage. From the bodice to the neck is bare, but then she wears a high collar as is popular in Serenity style. The collar matches the skirt and works also as an accessory as it's not directly attached to her garment. It too laces up the back. She has one long gold glove on her right arm, but only a bracelet on her left. Her hair is braided back on both sides and then where the braids meet in the back of her head they are tucked into a roll with the ends hidden. Little flowers dot her braids and the bun.

Trishea motions for the servant to lay the bags on a side table, out of the way of the gnome's main working area. Trishea entered the room with a serious expression, but after seeing to the servant turns to smile at the princesses.

Introductions were exchanged and the princesses not only learned Trishea's name, but also that the gnome was Reitori. They said the servant's name didn't matter and the servant agreed, but if Ayden insisted, they'd have learned her name was Dira.

It took a few moments for the gnome to draw up some sketches, but she drew and created fast. Changes were made until the girls were happy with the designs. Some of the other things they brought only needed minor alterations but were otherwise appropriate. Reitori however couldn't pass up the chance to design ball gowns, though they wouldn't need them until the end of the event in three days. She regretted that would not be enough time to correctly embroider or bead their gowns, but they could just tell everyone they only just arrived to land and they'd all understand. Then Trishea had suggested Reitori take some of her things and things of other girls in Arako's household and see if she could alter those into ball gowns. There was a bit of discussion and some protesting here and there from both sides, but in the end the princesses were told something presentable would be ready for each of them before the ball.

Alterations were made to what they brought and had to be fitted back on the princesses to make sure they were just right.

[Kels]

I tried to move the original post to here, but it'd only let me move it to the top of this thread and not to this spot, so I'm quoting it. This happens next.

Jun 12, 2012 13:34:48 GMT -6 Ambassador Lark said:

Lark stood before the window looking at the grounds below. The scenery was breathtaking. She could never get use to the way the world looked above the ocean. A strange thought, but not so strange for one that had spent a good portion of their life below the waves. Her hands curled about her forearm, rubbing them slightly to ward off the chill that seemed to creep into the air.

"Please stand still?" Came a call from across the room.

"He was beautiful..." Ayden was stating again. A dreamy look upon her face as she recalled to her memory the image of Nick, or to her the man in the hallway. "Dark locks, like coal....brilliant eyes, like a stormy sea...."

"My Ayden you have keen eyesight. You saw what....a brief look of the man, and you saw him as cler as a ship on the horizen." Lark teased, slowly making her way to where her sister stood mooning over yet another boy.

"Lark, you didn't see him. He was....."

"Ayden I suggest that you get your head out of the clouds and focus on the task at hand. Mother wishes for us to learn what can while we are upon land. Plus, you are a representative, Please do not embarrass Te'Lis. Mother would be most unhappy if we disgrace them."

Ayden shrugged her shoulders and remained silent and still for the remainder of her fitting. It would still be a few more hours before something was sween together and they were able to gain the others in the main hall. Ayden could not wait. While Lark simple paced back and forth recalling every lecture she had ever been given, every book she had read on ettiquette and the ways of the land. Everything she could think of to help their time here. and hoping not to embrrass herself or her homeland.

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“Doesn't that include learning about our men?” Trishea asks, turning to look at the girls with a smile and sharing a playful wink with Ayden. “Besides, you're sirens. Isn't that what you do? Seems to me, half the fun of being a siren would be that ability to have any man I want.” She knows the stories and did her research same as Arako. Sirens love to venture to the land and romance and seduce then swim home again. Some sirens kill after said romancing or sing the men into jumping into the ocean or swimming until they drown just for fun. These princesses don't strike Trishea as that sort. In fact they are starting to seem a little stuffy. “I saw him.” She nods to Ayden as if to confirm he was in fact a hottie, “and if you don't tap that, I will.” She's lying, she didn't really see him and Ayden is failing to mention the pointed ears, or she just missed them from the distance since Nick's ears are shorter than most elves.

“I'd sure like to sing a new someone into my bed every night.” Reitori smiles up at Ayden as if also encouraging her to act on her siren impulses despite what her big sister says.

“Try one of each land race.” Trishea nods as if that's the greatest idea she's ever heard and is a wise move in the instruction the princesses' mother gave in learning what they can about land dwellers.

[Ambassador Lark]

Lark’s arms curled before her as the Seamstress spoke. Her eyes locked upon the woman as she moved about the room, almost dancing as she cut and sewed. Lark felt a knot forge in the pit of her belly when the gnome mentioned learning about men. Lark knew more then Ayden, who in fact knew next to nothing about what men could truly become. Sure it was a sister’s place to teach the young siblings the ways of being a true siren. Nothing really prepared Lark for what she was to come up against.

Sure men would swoon and dance to her song, and many of her sisters. But this was different. They were here for political reasons, not for pleasures. Ayden was still far to young; well in her sister’s eyes she was a baby. To men of these lands, she was fresh meet. Especial when she had no full control over her abilities.

Ayden’s eyes widened at the possibilities of trapping into her talents. Her heart fluttered, and her stomach twisted in knots. There were bound to be countless men in the manor these next three days. A soft squeal escaped her lips, but was quickly cut off by the look Lark gave her. She stood poised, back straight and at full attention, like a solider.

When Trishea’s assistant pipe up her two cents, Ayden’s cheeks flush with color, as the temperature in the room grew a few centigrade. Lark stepped up and directed her words to Reitori, “I think it is not best to fill my sister’s head with such things. No offense, but we are here to be fitted….”

“Lark, please…. its just making polite conversation.” Ayden spoke up, her gaze returning to Trishea and her assistant. She whispers to them. “Its bee a long time since she’s….”

“Ayden!!!”

Ayden chuckled as she turned and stuck her tongue out at Lark. Who was now turning red, out of angry.

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“No one will think less of either of you for it, ya know?” Trishea adds. “You're sirens, it's alright to act according to your instincts and natural desires.” She puts a slight emphasis on the word desire and runs a hand down herself from her breasts toward her lower regions. But she is right, no one will think less of the sirens for acting like sirens, so long as they don't ruin the kingdom in the process. So maybe the king and prince are off limits, but some random guest at a party wouldn't be if he doesn't have political ties of some sort. At this point Trishea doesn't know if he does or doesn't so she doesn't comment on that. If she knew who he was, she wouldn't be in here with the princesses, but out there gawking at him.

Reitori laughs and nods all in agreement with Trishea. She then pats Ayden on the rear. “Done. You're ready now, you an go out there and claim your prize.” It didn't take long to fix what Ayden was wearing because some of the things she brought were already mostly okay. In fact they'd have worked fine, but Reitori didn't pass up the chance to sew for siren princesses. Not many can say they have so it'll look great on her resumé. She then waves Lark to come stand onto the platform. Lark is already wearing one of the things she brought and Reitori will take it in, up, or out where appropriate to make it more fitting for a princess.

[Ambassador Lark]

“My ….” Lark was flustered at the direction that the conversation was taking. She cleared her throat and quickly made her point. “Business is not up for discussion. Ayden, you know better then…. to gossip.”

Ayden squealed as she is swatted on her rear end, her cheeks glowing at Trishea’s actions. She could not help but enjoy the seamstress’ company. Back in Te’lis Trishea would make a most interesting fit, of course Ayden would be limited to exposure to her, her mother thinking her too young, thanks to Lark’s influence. Ayden was starting to enjoy herself here. She hopped off the small platform and moved passed Lark. Who looked less then pleased.

~Claim my prize.~ Ayden simply whispered to herself.

Lark took her place upon the platform. Her hands relaxed at her sides. Her long locks had been gathered and pinned in intricate loops about her head. Her dress of choice to be altered was a deep maroon; match if not complementing her dark red locks. Her amethyst eyes looking toward the ceiling, trying to avoid conversation that involved her. She just wanted this down with.

[Kels]

The girls don't want to push Lark into sending her sister back to Cliff Heights while the gates are still open, so Trishea decides to drop it for now. She'll push Ayden into having fun once the gates are locked. Lark can't keep an eye on her sister the entire party and there should be plenty of men. And there will be plenty of hooking up in back corners going on. Trishea is sure Ayden will notice and want to join in on that fun for herself. She motions for Ayden to come join her when the younger siren steps off the platform and gently puts a guiding hand on her shoulder to lead her to the spot where they can wait for Lark to be finished.

Then Trishea looks over at the door on Ayden's left. Trishea stands on Ayden's right. She looks at Lark looking up at the ceiling and waits a beat or two seeing Lark just wants to avoid eye contact. She motions to Reitori to spark a conversation or distract Lark and then when Lark can't see them, she nudges Ayden to get her attention if Ayden isn't already looking at her and nods toward the door with a playful smile. Lark can't chase her sister while being fitted so there's time to go at least look at the boys. Trishea gives Ayden an encouraging nod.

Meanwhile Reitori is pressured into distracting Lark and isn't sure how to do it. Then she gets a brilliant idea. She pushes her stool in front of Lark and leaps up on top of it to stand and then using magical telekinesis waves a bolt of fabric over to herself which comes partly unrolled and successfully blocks Lark's view of Ayden and the door. “Do you like this pattern, Your Highness?” There is nothing mischievous about Reitori's voice and she seems to be getting down to the business Lark seems to want so badly. She'd also shown fabric to Ayden when Ayden stood there so it's not out of place. The fabric is a light blue satin that shimmers with a sea green in certain light. “It'll make a great overskirt for dinner tomorrow night.”

[Ambassador Lark]

Ayden had walked toward a nearby wall. Carefully leaning against it so that she did not crease or dirt her attire. Her hands clasped neatly before her. Her hair was done up in soft curls, brilliant jewelry adorned on both sides of her temples, holding back ringlets so that they slightly frame her face. She watched her sister. Thinking how regimented she had become.

Perhaps it had been all the time spent with their mother. Grooming Lark to take over once their mother passed. Ayden knew that her sister would be the one to take her mother’s place. Parts of her jealous of such a feat, but after being here for the few hours, she could not dream of going home, but knowing that Lark would never allow her to stay. She tilted her head to the side. Catching Trishea’s gaze and then gesture toward the door. She shook her head, and then glanced at Lark. Who was now preoccupied with looking over fabrics. She smiled and slowly moved toward Trishea. What was her plan? Flee her sister’s guard?

She moved out of Lark’s range of sight. Listening to Reitori talk up Fabric and Lark agree. While not at all paying Ayden any mind.