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« Reply #15 on: April 06, 2006, 10:32:23 AM »

Vylias walked down Cedric Street noticing the sudden bustle as the merchants hurried to sell items before they closed shop and headed towards the tourney. There were signs everywhere naming different competitions for the day, but she didn't stop to read them. If she was going to finish her errands on time she would have to hurry.

She looked at her sack with some consecration. "I should've booked a room at that inn first, instead of carrying the bag around all day."

Sorth gave a sharp squawk as if in agreement. She scowled at the eagle.

"What do you know anyway," she mumbled. She looked into a few shops with pre-made dresses, but none of the ready made dresses caught her eyes.

"If you can't find any to your liking, I suggest seeing the seamstress. Most women are getting theirs done by her," a boy offered.

Vylias looked down at the scruffy young thing. His blond hair curled at his ears and he wore a cap too big for his head. It would slide over his eyes and he would constantly shove it back up. "Where is she at?"

"That way," he said pointing.  "Just keep going in that direction and you'll know when you see her."

"Thanks," Vylias said turning, but she was ready when hands went for her purse. He was quick, but she was quicker. In less than a blink she had caught his hand and her dagger rested at his fingers.

"Now I wonder, should I chop them off?"

The boy looked at her and started to yank back, but she was stronger than she appeared to be, at least stong enough to handle one boy. "Now, now, you didn't answer my question?"

The boy stopped his struggling. He quickly glanced around. Vylias knew that he realized if he kept up he would just draw unneeded attention to himself, since whose going to side with a thief.

The boy looked up at her, his mouth opened to say something, but whatever he said must of stuck in his throat once he fastened his eyes on hers. There was something chilled in her eyes, something that seemed unforgivable.

Then just as suddenly she let him go. The dagger was gone and instead she tossed a few coins. "Right, I forgot to pay you for being so generous in giving me directions. There you are." Without another word she was off, leaving the boy stunned and scurrying to get his coins.

As Vylias hurried in the direction the boy pointed she found her hand resting on the folded fan tucked under her belt and hidden under one of her scarves. The other hand was never far from her dagger. This all could be a trap, sending her towards bigger and worst thieves, and as the street became worst she was sure that was exactly what it was. Still no one approached and then she was faced with a long line of women standing in front of a place that she figured at once was the seamstress.

"Oh no," with such a long line of females she doubt she would have time before the tourney or even the money to pay for such a dress. "Well then it's settled. I'll just have to wear that other dress."

She thought she heard Sorth give off what was to her a very human chuckle, but when she looked at the bird it was busy pruning itself. Just her imagination or her own loathe that she would have to wear the thing. It wasn't that it was bad or even that it showed a little too much flesh. It was that it was bright, much brighter than she was use to and she preferred most of the time to not stand out. Well she'll just have to hope there be more people that take up attention, and that would certainly be possibly with the number of elves in town.

"So maybe they won't notice too much."

Sorth squawked.

She rolled her eyes. "Shut up." She sighed a tiny bit. "Well let's go and see if we can find a leather shop." She still needed to get something for her shoulder so the bird could take off from her shoulder instead of hopping on something then taking off.

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« Reply #16 on: April 07, 2006, 04:03:23 AM »

It wasn't hard to find a leather shop; one wasn't far from the seamstress. On entering the building she was assailed by the sharp scent of leather and sweat. There was the bustle of people, more than she would have expected.  Most of the people were gathering up merchandise obviously to bring to the tourney to sell. Vylias watched the crowd, mostly men though there were a few women.

"Miss, you be needing something?" A toothy man, which she guess many might considered handsome approached her. It was something about him, something sly that and dirty that made her want to pull out her dagger. Vylias stayed her hand and nodded.

"Yes, I need something to put on my shoulder so Sorth," she tilted her head towards the eagle, "can take off from my shoulder without causing me any injury."

The man looked warily at the eagle. "I'll need to look at your shoulder for measurements."

Vylias nodded and made a clicking sound with her tongue. Sorth tilted his head then hopped from her shoulder unto a peg on the wall of the shop.

The man grinned and signaled her to follow him. Vylias did, but she was on her guard especially when he showed her into a dusty back room.

"Is this really necessary?"

"Not usually, but with the crowd out there getting a good measurement might be hard to do with people constantly bumping into me."

Vylias didn't say anything. He moved with measuring tape in hand and he was professional enough for Vylias to relax just the tiniest bit, though her heart was beating, the room was so small and as professional as the guy was she couldn't help the warning going off in her head. The room had only one exit and no windows, her claustrophobia heightened even further.

Then she felt his hand on her shoulder and his breath on her neck. "Are you sure that is all you want miss?"

Cool metal rest against his inner thigh, the point of her dagger sliced through his pants to rest against warm flesh. "This wasn't what I was looking for, but I haven't yet gotten a souvenir for my travels. Are you volunteering?"

Her voice though cold was shaky and she cursed herself for that, but the room was getting to her. He seemed to take courage from that though he didn't move, but he also didn't back off.

"I don't think you'll do it little girl, so why don't you put the knife down."

Now she was pissed. It looked like she was going to have to actually cut him and leave him bleeding to death before he got the point. Its not going to look good for her to have a dead body lying around already. Still, what choice did she have and she started to move her hand when the door opened.

"Jay, what'cha doing in here." An older woman voice cut through the room. "Get out there on the floor and help 'em with the packing. You've no time to be a watin' "

Jay pulled back from her, never realizing how close he had been to being unmanned. "I was helping a customer."

"That's my job. Not ye better help 'em before I fire your ass."

Jay left mumbling to himself while Vylias gave a sigh of relief and quickly moved to the door.

"Sorry about that Miss." The woman said by her side. "With all the racket I didn't see Jay brin' ye in here."

Vylias nodded. "It's ok."

"Still I don't expect you cam here to be molested. So want to tell me what ye wanted and I'll make sure to fix it up for you."

Vylias hesitated, but reiterated what she needed.

"I think I'll be able to make that for ye and if ye want ye can pick it up at the tourney. I'll just take your measurements."

"Not in there," Vylias said quickly.

The woman didn't question her response just nodded and led her out of the room. It must have been a pain with all the people moving about to take her measurement, but the woman never complained.

"There, now it'll be ready for ye at the tourney." She then began to give Vylias a description of where she would be. "Just ask for Old Kat."

Vylias nodded and after thanking Old Kat was out of the door with a sigh. Sorth followed her out with an annoyed squawk. She looked over at the eagle.

"At the rate things are going I'll have to kill someone before the day is out." The bird just looked at her and after a while finding a perch not too far from her shoulder hopped on it and settled down as Vylias headed back towards Arth's Spot to see about booking herself a room for the evening at least.

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« Reply #17 on: April 26, 2006, 02:42:23 AM »

Captain Norman Graaves

Norman walked straight and tall as he lead Claudirea into the city. "M'lady, if you notice the large building on the hill, that is the Palace and its famous gardens.  If you are not in a hurry to get to the tournament I would gladly love to take you into the palace gardens.  They are most beautiful this time of the year with the early flowers begining to bloom and of course our famous statues and their histories. But maybe you are not interested, besides you will see them when you go to the ball tonight."

He paused, " I forget that you have never been to Voldar.  It is tradition that after the tournament the King throws a ball for all of Voldar and its guests.  It is held in the garden, the ball room, and throughout the palace grounds.  The gardens are lighted up especially for this event and there is an enormous orchestra and of course much ale, food and entertainment."

"Most of the ladies attending will have escorts.  If...If you do not mind I would be honored to be yours. However if you choose not..." He said quite rapidly and then became quiet as he was a bit embarrassed.  After a strained silence he spoke again, "I apologize M'lady. Sometimes I speak before my brain is engaged. But I still keep the offer upon the table. I would be honored to escort you to the ball."

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« Reply #18 on: April 26, 2006, 07:58:23 AM »

"M'lady, if you notice the large building on the hill, that is the Palace and its famous gardens. If you are not in a hurry to get to the tournament I would gladly love to take you into the palace gardens. They are most beautiful this time of the year with the early flowers begining to bloom and of course our famous statues and their histories. But maybe you are not interested, besides you will see them when you go to the ball tonight."

" I forget that you have never been to Voldar. It is tradition that after the tournament the King throws a ball for all of Voldar and its guests. It is held in the garden, the ball room, and throughout the palace grounds. The gardens are lighted up especially for this event and there is an enormous orchestra and of course much ale, food and entertainment."


Claudirea looked up at the Palace. It indeed was beautiful. She could only imagine what the gardens looked like. Thinking of the gardens made her think of the wild. Her yearning was made even worse by the captain talking about the flowers. It surprised her that the King would allow simple people to go into the garden and walk about, but then she remembered who her companion was.

"I wonder what Luna would say if she could see me now?" Claudirea thought to herself.

"Most of the ladies attending will have escorts. If...If you do not mind I would be honored to be yours. However if you choose not..."

She was shocked. No one had approached her like this before. She didn't know what to say. "Indeed, this is a strange turn of events. No man has ever approached me like this before. Of course that may have something to do with Luna being around me all the time, but still....He is kinda cute. I mean, not my ideal choice, that scar is kinda a turn off, but still....it's what's on the inside that counts!"

"I apologize M'lady. Sometimes I speak before my brain is engaged. But I still keep the offer upon the table. I would be honored to escort you to the ball."

Claudirea turned and smiled at him. "No apology is need, Captain. I understand. I would quite thouroughly enjoy walking through the gardens with you. For, in fact, I am in no big rush to go watch the tournaments. As for the ball later tonight, I would love for you to be my escort. But," Here she began to giggle a bit. "I'm afraid, my dear sir, that I have nothing fitting to wear. These are my only clothes." She motioned towards the clothes upon her body.

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« Reply #19 on: April 27, 2006, 01:25:23 AM »

"No apology is need, Captain. I understand. I would quite thouroughly enjoy walking through the gardens with you. For, in fact, I am in no big rush to go watch the tournaments. As for the ball later tonight, I would love for you to be my escort. But," Here she began to giggle a bit. "I'm afraid, my dear sir, that I have nothing fitting to wear. These are my only clothes." She motioned towards the clothes upon her body.

Norman almost beamed when he heard that she would be willing to go to the gardens with him instead of the tournament.  He almost burst when she said she would love for him to escort her to the ball.  Then she stated that she had no clothes to wear except what she had on.  Norman thought he had a solution to that problem.

"Claudirea. Do you mind if I call you by your name? If not, I will go back to M'lady. "He said the last part a bit quickly again as he had not the experience with women as others he knew, namely Damien.  "Just for decorum's sake unless you say otherwise I will stick with M'lady."

He silently walked by her side enjoying her warmth and catching every once in awhile, when the breeze was just right, her scent.  He walked slowly. "Tis a nice day. Grothar always seems to bless on this day; and Ava has blessed also by sending you to our fair city, making it even more so."

They arrived at the opening of the palace gates leading into the gardens.  Several guards quickly recognized the Captain and opened the gates and allowed them in.  They walked into the begininng of the maze of flowers and bushes.  The early flowers of the year were in full bloom and the intricate designs of the gardens were colored with a myriad hue of colors.

He was silent as he took in the sight and allowed her to take in the beauty of the gardens.  Several gardeners were seen here and there setting up the special torches and surprises for the guests of the ball.  There was much cleaning of the bright cobblestone walkways, and of course the statues.

They came closer to one of those statues and he stopped; "This statue is our oldest statue. It is a statue of Katya the Dragonslayer, who later became Queen of Voldar.  The story goes that she was very young when she tracked and killed the last of the Adamant dragons in his lair after he and his kind attacked Voldar and its villages.  It seems that the dragons killed her family when they attacked.  They killed alot of families, but she or rather her father had forged a weapon, a sword, that could actually pierce a dragon's skin.  It was that sword that killed the dragon, I believe his name was Ol'dem'brey or something like that.  It happend many many centuries ago.  After killing him she came back and became the first Queen of Voldar."

He paused as he looked at Claudirea's face. "You may not be interested in history. I apologize if I am boring you with this. It is just that we are a very proud people with a very proud and distinguished past.  Where are you from?  What was your past like?"  Norman asked, then kicked himself metaphorically for asking such questions. She may not want to answer or think it rude for even him asking such questions.  "The flowers are very beautiful do you not think so?" He asked to maybe help her skip over his previous question without embarrassment.

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« Reply #20 on: April 27, 2006, 05:55:23 AM »

"Claudirea. Do you mind if I call you by your name? If not, I will go back to M'lady. Just for decorum's sake unless you say otherwise I will stick with M'lady."

"You may call me Claudirea if you like, Captain," Claudirea said with a smile.

When they walked into the garden, Claudirea was amazed at how beautiful it actually was. She had thought, that since it was the palace garden, it would be beautiful, but she never thought it would be like this. She had to resist the temptation to go up and go walk into the flowers and enjoy the smell and feel.

As they walked, they came upon an old statue. "This statue is our oldest statue. It is a statue of Katya the Dragonslayer, who later became Queen of Voldar. The story goes that she was very young when she tracked and killed the last of the Adamant dragons in his lair after he and his kind attacked Voldar and its villages. It seems that the dragons killed her family when they attacked. They killed alot of families, but she or rather her father had forged a weapon, a sword, that could actually pierce a dragon's skin. It was that sword that killed the dragon, I believe his name was Ol'dem'brey or something like that. It happend many many centuries ago. After killing him she came back and became the first Queen of Voldar."

Claudirea was enjoying listening to the history of this beautiful statue. She had always enjoyed listening to stories, especially ones that had adventure in them. She was never one to go out and actually do the adventures, just liked hearing about them.

"You may not be interested in history. I apologize if I am boring you with this. It is just that we are a very proud people with a very proud and distinguished past. Where are you from? What was your past like?"

These last two questions seemed pretty quick, but she was glad to answer them. As she felt at the gate, she didn't have anything to hide. Especially now, since the captain was being so kind to her. But, before she could answer, the captain seemed to think better of it.

"The flowers are very beautiful do you not think so?"

Claudirea squatted down and gently ran her hands over the flowers, caressing them, in a way. "Yes, they are beautiful. More then I expected, to be honest. You must have splendid gardeners. And do not feel embarrassed about asking me about my past. I don't regret any of it, nor do I have any need to hide it.

"I was born and raised in an Eyelian village. Even though I was a pure Eyelian, I was born with these abnormal coloured eyes. My mother and father said that the Great Spirits told them that I was blessed. I had a normal childhood. Well, normal by Eyelian standards. After I grew up and went through the Seeking of the Spirit, and met Luna, I decided that I wanted to see more of the world. I also wanted to learn more about the various plants. For, you see, I'm an herbilist of sorts."


She stood up, turned towards Captain Graaves, and smiled. "Now, my dear Captain, is there any particular name you wish for me to call you, or should I still call you Captain Graaves?"

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« Reply #21 on: April 28, 2006, 12:52:23 AM »

"I...I think your eyes are...beautiful." Norman stammered a bit as he looked down on her after she had caressed the flowers and told him a bit about her own history.  She was very forthright and it was pleasant to find someone so honest...innocent, in a way.

"My name is Norman. If it pleases you, you can call me Norman."  He reached down and plucked a yellow flower from the garden. "Do you mind?" He asked as he placed it in her hair behind her left ear.  "There, I think that particular color of flower brings out the color of your hair.  You are very pretty." Norman said whispering.  He leaned closer to her, wanting very much to kiss her.  

Why? He did not know. Maybe it was the scene? Or just the way she looked at the moment with sunlight dancing over hair and the way she looked at him. Or maybe it was because he had been so alone since the death of his wife and most women never paid much attention to him, because of his scar.  Which did not make sense to him, since Damien had a scar as well, his was from a sword, his was from a burn, but still Damien seemed to have women almost swoon over him.

He suddenly straightened up as he realized what he was doing and knew it was not right...at least not now, or maybe ever. He turned and looked at the flowers. "I think I know how to help you with your problem." he said, "I know of a seamstress on Cedric's street, her name is Wilma.  She may have a dress you can purchase.  After we leave the gardens we can go over there and see if she has one.  If you do not have the money, I would be honored to purchase it for you."  

Again he kicked himself, it would be presumptious for him to think she had no money, and if she did not, it would sound like he was trying to buy her favor. "I apologize again Claudirea for that last remark. It was presumptious of me. I have not had the opportunity to be with a young lady and I am stumbling over myself. I pray that you find it your heart to forgive me."  He said looking at her again, searching her eyes and being drawn into them. He smiled, even if it was a bit sheepishly.  

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« Reply #22 on: April 29, 2006, 05:26:23 AM »

Claudirea's cheeks flushed a bit as she heard Captain Graaves say, "I...I think your eyes are...beautiful."

They became even more flushed as he picked a beautiful yellow flower and placed it behind her ear. "There, I think that particular color of flower brings out the color of your hair. You are very pretty."

Claudirea became a bit fidgety as Norman leaned closer in. It seemed to her that he was going to kiss her. She had never been kissed before.

"What am I suppose to do if he does kiss me? I've only ever seen it happen. How am I suppose to move my lips? How do I react? Gods, what a horrible situation to be in." She though to herself.

Quite suddenly, he straightened up as if he changed his mind. He turned to look at the flowers as he spoke again. This time it was about the dress for tonight's ball.

"I think I know how to help you with your problem. I know of a seamstress on Cedric's street, her name is Wilma. She may have a dress you can purchase. After we leave the gardens we can go over there and see if she has one. If you do not have the money, I would be honored to purchase it for you.

I apologize again Claudirea for that last remark. It was presumptious of me. I have not had the opportunity to be with a young lady and I am stumbling over myself. I pray that you find it your heart to forgive me."


Claudirea laughed at his last statement. Not to be rude or anything. Just laughing at the fact that he said it in the way that it sounded like she could never forgive him.

"Of course I forgive you. It's quite alright. Lemme see," She took out a small pouch and opened it up. "Hm...I have some sans and a hak. Do you think that is enough?" She smiled at him, hoping that by doing so it would let him know that he was quite forgiven.

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« Reply #23 on: May 01, 2006, 11:22:23 PM »

Captain Norman Graaves

Norman loved the way Claudirea blushed, he could see the blood rise from her chest to her cheeks as her skin colored with the rising.  He smiled as he looked into her pouch, "I think that would be more than enough, if not, then if you would not mind I would add the rest."

He offered his arm once more as he heard the towncriers call out 13 bells. "I suppose we should go and find Wilma. The day goes by quickly and I know Wilma will be busy with other orders.  I know she will not be at the tourney, she never goes."

As they were leaving the wind swept the gardens and certain flowers gave a tinkle of a sound, Norman's eyes swept over the gardens, "I think they are saying that you will be missed, your beauty added to theirs and they knew it.  Tonight, when everyone is here and all of the Noble ladies and their fancy gowns, the flowers will not sing, until you walk through, then they will sing and all will wonder, except I."

He became silent and sadness fell over his face, but only briefly, as if he were thinking of something and then he led her down the street into the more seedier parts of town, but all the shops were closed and the streets were deserted.

They reached Wilma's and her door was closed.  Norman gently patted Claudirea's hand, and then knocked on Wilma's door.  They waited patiently, then right before he knocked again, the door opened and Wilma's gray-haired head poked out of the crack, "Go away, I am busy." She said.

"Wilma, it is Captain Graaves. I apologize for coming to you so late, but I have a young lady with me who I would like you to meet and possibly you have a dress for her for sale?" Norman asked politely.

"Ey, Norman. Tis a long time since I have seen ye. Come in and bring your lady friend with you." Wilma said as she opened her door.

Norman took Claudirea's arm and gently led her into Wilma's shop.  The shop looked liked a wind storm had blown threw.  There were bolts of cloth strewn all over and in the corner was a spindle with a bolt of dark blue cloth upon it that was being sewed.  Many wooden figures had dresses upon them, all sorts of sizes, shapes and colors.

Wilma looked at Claudirea with an appraising eye. "Ye be Eyelian, from the looks of ye." She said.

"Forgive my manners," Norman quickly said, "Wilma this is Claudirea, Claudirea this is Wilma, the best seamstress in all of Voldar, probably the best in all of Caelereth."

"That be enough, Norman. I let ye in. Flattery will not 'et yer lady friend a dress any faster." She looked at Claudirea, "Pleased to meet ye Claudirea. 'bout time Norman began looking at the ladies a'ain. He hasn't looked at another lady like he looks at ye since his wife and child died in a fire a few years back."

Norman coughed, blushed and turned away.

"I love him dearie, but I think Damien has corrupted him." She laughed at her joke. "Now lets see, would ye mind standing on this stool so I can take yer measurements?" Wilma asked Claudirea.

As she waited for Claudirea to stand upon the stool she shooed Norman away. "This be ladies work now Norman. Ye 'o and sit out in the outer spaces, it shall not take me long."

She returned hoping to find Claudirea standing upon the stool, "Now what color or colors would ye think be the best for ye?  Something to bring out your eyes and your skin, I believe ye would know best. I have every color ye can imagine and even some I have made up.  Ye think about it while I take yer measurements."  Wilma said, grabbing a piece of string, parchment and pen and ink.

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« Reply #24 on: May 06, 2006, 04:16:23 AM »

"I suppose we should go and find Wilma. The day goes by quickly and I know Wilma will be busy with other orders. I know she will not be at the tourney, she never goes."

Claudirea took the arm that was offered to her once more. She took one more look around the garden, at all the flowers that surrounded her and Norman. She would be back tonight, but then, it would be croweded with people, and it would be dark.

"I think they are saying that you will be missed, your beauty added to theirs and they knew it. Tonight, when everyone is here and all of the Noble ladies and their fancy gowns, the flowers will not sing, until you walk through, then they will sing and all will wonder, except I."

She smiled, blushing slightly at this comment. But then she noticed a change in Norman's face. She quickly stopped smiling and walked quietly beside him.

Finally they came to a shop. It looked just as closed as any of the other ones, so Claudirea began to worry that Wilma had indeed gone to the tournament. Norman petted her hand as if to reassure her, then he knocked on the door. He had to knock twice before an older lady came to the door.

She was kind of shocked to hear the rudeness that she showed to Norman, but he seemed to take it in stride. Being the captain of the guard, he was sure to have several people be rude to him.

After he explained to her that they were there to buy a dress, she allowed them inside. Claudirea felt a bit nervous as Wilma looked over her.

"Ye be Eyelian, from the looks of ye."

Claudirea smiled. "Yes, that's right. I am an Eyelian"

When Norman introduced her to Wilma, she gave a slight bow of her head. But, what Wilma said next sort of shocked her. "Pleased to meet ye Claudirea. 'bout time Norman began looking at the ladies a'ain. He hasn't looked at another lady like he looks at ye since his wife and child died in a fire a few years back."

Claudirea glanced at Norman as he blushed, coughed and turned away. Now she knew why he had been so hesitant in the garden. "So that's it. Well, I'm not going to push him any farther. But, have I pushed at all? I don't think I have, but I'll try not to in the future. Let him take it at his own pace."

"I love him dearie, but I think Damien has corrupted him." At this, Wilma started to laugh. Claudirea didn't know who Damien was, so she didn't understand why Wilma was laughing. She was asked to stand upon a stool, so she did so.

As she was climbing up onto it, Wilma asked Norman if he would mind leaving. He did so. Claudirea was kind of nervous about having her measurements taken. She had never had it done before. Then, Wilma asked her about the dress. Claudirea knew nothing about fashion.

"Well, I'm not sure how to answer your question, Madam Wilma. You see, I've never really had anything fancy like this before, and, in all honesty, I have no idea about what the latest style is, or what colour would suit me." Claudirea gave a look of hopelessness. "Perhaps you would be able to help me on that point. After all, Nor....er...Captain Graaves has told me that you are one of the best."

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« Reply #25 on: May 09, 2006, 01:22:23 AM »

Wilma gave the young girl an appraising eye, "I think a beautiful light satin green 'own with some white lace to cover the bosom, but not too much, enough to cover, but still 'ive the appearance of mystery about them.  We 'irls just cannot 'ive everything away, can we?" She asked grinning without really expecting a reply. She continued on as she pinned cloth here and there on Claudirea's body, "Not like some of the women who will be at the ball, they will wear 'owns that are so low cut, that if they sneezed too hard, all the men would know their mystery and what fun would that be?" She asked laughingly.

She finished, took another quick look and nodded her head. "There, I think that your Captain will approve." She took off the certain pieces of cloth she used to measure and pin Claudirea. "You can 'et down now dearie."

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« Reply #26 on: May 11, 2006, 07:56:23 AM »

"I think a beautiful light satin green 'own with some white lace to cover the bosom, but not too much, enough to cover, but still 'ive the appearance of mystery about them. We 'irls just cannot 'ive everything away, can we?" Then, the woman laughed. Claudirea politely smiled. She didn't really understand the joke, once again.

"Not like some of the women who will be at the ball, they will wear 'owns that are so low cut, that if they sneezed too hard, all the men would know their mystery and what fun would that be?"

Once again, Claudirea didn't understand what Wilma was getting at. "I....I guess not," she said quietly. She stood as still as she could, getting just a bit uneasy. She had never been fitted for clothes, nevermind the fact that these were fancy clothes for a fancy ball.

"There, I think that your Captain will approve." Wilma started taking off the pieces. Claudirea breathed a sigh of relief inside. She gave another one when Wilma said "You can 'et down now dearie."

"Is that all you need, ma'am?" Claudirea asked as she hopped down from the stool. "Also, do you really think Norman will like it?"

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« Reply #27 on: May 12, 2006, 01:02:23 AM »

OOC- Claudirea, Wilma could never say a hard "G"  and I really have a problem with you not knowing what she was talking about.  Are you telling me that Claudirea does not know what a bosom is??  I was hoping for more of a blushing type of response, but she is your character and you play her the way you want to.  All is well.  LOL

"Yes, dearie, that is all and yes I sure do think Norman will love your 'own.  You can pick it up later in the early evening and then I recommend you 'o to Arth's, 'et a room and then 'et dressed.  Norman knows the way.  Now shoo and let an old lady 'et some work done."  Wilma said smiling. "Besides I think Norman is a waiting for you."

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« Reply #28 on: May 12, 2006, 07:03:23 AM »

OOC: Yeah. I was actually playing her as not being too shy about her body, 'cause Eyelians aren't usually like that, so I was gong at it from the angle that she doesn't understand what Wilma was hinting at. She's more of a country person then a city person.

"Yes, dearie, that is all and yes I sure do think Norman will love your 'own. You can pick it up later in the early evening and then I recommend you 'o to Arth's, 'et a room and then 'et dressed. Norman knows the way. Now shoo and let an old lady 'et some work done."

Claudirea gave a sigh of relief. "I'm glad that I have a good seamstress like Wilma making my clothes. From the sounds of it, she knows Norman pretty well, so I'll take her word that Norman will like the gown she's making.

Claudirea gave a small bow towards Wilma. "Thank you for doing this, ma'am. I really do appreciate it."

"Besides I think Norman is a waiting for you."

At this remark, Claudirea blushed furiously and stepped back outside. She looked until she spotted Norman and then walked quickly towards him. "Everything is set, I believe. Oh! I forgot to pay her! Do you think it would be alright if I payed her when I pick up the dress?"

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« Reply #29 on: May 13, 2006, 12:33:23 AM »

Norman turned when he heard the door open and Claudirea stepped out and hurried to him.  He smiled at the gesture.  Then she said she forgot to pay her and if she would mind if she paid her when she picked up the dress.

Norman shook his head, "No need to worry, I left a pouch with enough money and a bit more to pay for your dress upon Wilma's table. She will find it with a note from me thanking her for her and for helping you.  Besides, I had time on my hands waiting for you.  You can pay me back later if you wish, or you can just accept it as a gift; no strings attached, I guarantee you."

He held out his arm, "I hear alot of noise coming from the tournament grounds. Would you care to go now, or would you rather go back to the palace gardens?  It is your choice."  Norman said smiling and looking into her eyes.

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