St. James Clothery - Isra

Ryden Greyiron

Once away from the Chancellor she took a moment to close her eyes and let out a tiny breath, calming herself. The Chancellor had keen eyes and she knew that he must have seen the scar. She should be wearing gloves or long sleeves, but the golden-haired enchantress figured it would only bring more attention.

Clearing her throat gently, her graceful back to Ryden, she squared the smooth slope of her shoulders and swept through the male clothes she had. They were all very fine, and would all look very handsome on him, but nothing was exactly perfect -- not how items usually were.

Interesting. It was the first time something like this had happened.

By the time the velvet clad woman glided back to his side, she had several vests, shirts, and tunics draped over her arms, all in different colors, though subtle. The man before her didn't seem the ostentatious type who would like a lot of details. There were only a few details Chancellor Greyiron needed to get his point across; he was a gentleman, and he was in charge. That was how he effected Genevieve, anyway.

She began with a small laugh, "You may think this strange, but oddly enough I... I don't seen to have that most perfect item," she told Ryden in her soft accent, a gentle blush on her cheeks but no coyness in her blue eyes as she looked at him. She wasn't a maiden, after all, and while she couldn't help her embarrassment, she wasn't going to hide from it. "Perhaps we can try a few of these on that you can wear while I create something perfect for you."

She gestured to the clothes in her arms, a touch heavy given the amount and material of them.

It always pleased her when people fell in love with the clothes she made, when the enchantments were perfect and the design was flawless. Genevieve smiled -- and again, it was a true one, a wide one, as joyous as Bella seemed, and it made the fair enchantress all the more lovelier, all the more magical.

It was a rare thing to see a smile like that on the elegant woman, and here Bella had coaxed out two of them. Usually, the sadness was always there, a gentle shadow in her blue eyes or a quiet draw on the corner of her lips, a melancholy perfume on her naked shoulders.

"Of course," Genevieve said and she gestured for the rooms that Bella was already racing for. Inevitably, the sunshine of her smile faded back into its quiet glow as she moved for the dark green gown. While Bella changed, Genevieve put it on a headless dummy, her trained eye already aware that she'd have to add in additional material for Bella's shoulders and back. Although Bella was as pretty as pretty can be, she was still a dwarf, and their body shapes differed from the humans and elves she usually serviced.

Genevieve watched Bella twirl from a slight distance, a gentle smile on her face. "Good," Genevieve replied as Bella cried out once again how much she loved the dress. "It suits you."

She turned away from the infectious joy of the pale green dress for the dark green of the gown she'd put on the dummy. A graceful hand lifted, slender fingers brushing a lock of her hair from her face as she turned the dummy to take a look at the seaming when she glanced up and over her shoulder at Bella.

"Oui, of course," she said and turned so that Bella could more easily see the dress. "This gown is a flirtatious little thing," Genevieve said, running a hand down the sleeve. "Do not be surprised if people begin to buy you drinks or steal kisses in dark corners while you wear it. If you'd like it," Genevieve said, a quiet laugh on her voice.

Her cheeks turned slightly pink at that, and she bit the corner of her lower lip. “I think I can live with that, if it comes up.” Bella leaned closer to inspect the dress, reaching out one hand to lightly brush her fingers along the sleeve. It leaned more into seductive than flirty, in the dwarf’s opinion, but considering neither of them were using their native tongues for this conversation, quibbling over terms didn’t exactly seem like a useful course.

She looked up to the seamstress again, a warm smile painted across her lips. “So I could wear this to fancy dinners or the like? There will be several of them during the festival, and it would be nice to have something appropriate to wear. And fashionable.” Bella wasn’t entirely ignorant of the culture of high society, of course, but she was not one to pass up the opportunity to consult with an expert when it presented itself.

Hope "Not an Assassin"

The man walked into the charming store, making the bell chime above the door. There was magic about this place, if he were the type to notice things like that. He'd find himself feeling relaxed and comfortable, even secure, coaxed into feeling as if he might want to sit and stay awhile, feelings of violence and anger growing distant every moment he spent inside the tasteful, high-end shop.

The owner, an elegant blonde woman in a gown where the sleeves swept off her shoulders, leaving them and her throat bare. She looked up from where she was laying gloves upon a table where a large vase of fresh flowers decorated its middle, and when she saw him, she smiled a gentle smile. She was beautiful, but reserved, and it took only a fleeting glance at the woman to know that she must have been nobility of some kind.

"Bonjour," she said, her Gauldish accent evidence and making her seem just that much more sophisticated. "How can I help you?" she asked. A silver tea service with sweet cakes and scones waited on a coffee table near the front of the store, where fashionable sofas and chairs were placed around it.

Bella didn’t hesitate at all, nodding with an eager laugh. “Yes, I would like this one, too. If it looks good once I have it on, obviously. Or one like it, if it doesn’t, maybe. We will see. First, let me put it on, right?”

She waited patiently for the dress to be removed from the mannequin, idly swishing her new skirt about her legs with a merry smile. Once it was ready, she took it and skipped away again, back to the changing room.

After several minutes, Bella walked back out again. This dress, unlike the other, did not fit well at all. Obviously made for a thinner and taller body type, it didn’t close in the back, the sleeves bunchd up around her wrists so she could use her hands, and hem dragged on the floor as she walked. She pulled up the skirt in front so she wasn’t walking on it.

“This one doesn’t fit. Can it be altered enough, or will I need to pick out another?”

"See, that's the thing Ma'am, it's not armor per say that I seek. My job is usually dealt with from a far. I need clothing that may let me blend into my surroundings. Something that is quiet on the feet. Don't worry though madam. I'm no mere thief" he said with a wry smile.

"If, however I go into an armor store, people will be suspicious. Plus, I've heard that this place is the best to get enchanted clothings."

Hope "Not an Assassin"

No MERE thief. He didn't say he wasn't one, just not a mere one. It caused a slight frown on the enchantress' face, and she put a hand to her stomach, flattening it against the body that was stretched about her lithe waist. "Oh..." She said, and the single syllable did not sound reassured.

He went on to explain that he couldn't go into an armor store -- it would be too suspicious, which only deepened her frown -- and then he complimented her on her store.

At this point, she wanted to invite him to sit, but she was still worried about what he might do to the couches. "I... I see," she said, and glanced away from him into the deeper depths of her store. While other merchants and traders and business owners might think that it's 'all business' and what a client does with the goods they sell after they've sold them held no bearing on them, Genevieve felt a little uneasy thinking that she might be aiding and abetting a talented thief with her charmed goods.

She turned back to look at the man, who seemed to be of similar age to her. Genevieve's gaze, however, had the tendency to read much like an old soul -- as if for the few decades she'd lived, she'd endured much. "Let's get you out of that armor first," she said to him. "I can provide you with a shirt and some trousers -- only enchanted to endure the elements, wear, and fire, however -- and then I would like to... I would like to speak with you more in depth."

Her heart was too kind to deny this man clothing, but her heart was too guarded to give him anything that might truly aide in his endeavors. "There's a changing room just back here," she said and turned to walk deeper into her shop, elegance incarnate as she swayed with a dancer's grace, picking out a loose white cotton shirt that tied up the chest and cuffs, and a pair of close-fitted dark grey trousers. "When you are finished, you can have something to eat and drink while I look at your..." she gestured to her own face in regards to Hope's wound.

Her gaze flicked upward briefly when Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan mentioned how nice the material felt against her skin. Then, she shifted a bit on her news and paid attention to the sleeve she was working on. "It is my pleasure," Genevieve said with genuine pride in her work. She took a hand from Bella's sleeve and held it out -- seamstress scissors appeared in her hand and she gently cut the neat seams of the sleeve so that it widened until Bella's hand could come through.

The scissors disappeared in smoke until she'd need them again as pins appeared instead. Genevieve held a few between her pursed lips, and used the others to pin the material back together, using a bit of chalk to make some points on the inner sleeve. THen, she was forced to glance up where the bodice didn't come together all the way, the gown looking more like something off-the-shoulder that Genevieve would wear.

A blush came across the enchantress' cheeks and she took a breath, coming to a stand and pulling the sleeve into place, once again behind Bella as she worked to pin more material. "Do you plan to attend any of the contests at the festival, Bella?" Genevieve asked, needing something to keep her mind off of the flirtatious magic of the enchanted gown the dwarf woman wore. "Or even join them?"