Flora
Whether or not Flora has felt the slight twitch of Danta's fingers where they overlay her skin or if she's simply told this story often enough to know what he must be thinking, she sighs casually before filling in some of the more pertinent details. "After she crashed that little gathering Maea held—I'm sure you heard all about it—I thought it best to try and smooth over any feathers that had been ruffled. Keeping enemies close, and all that."
Tickling her fingers up Asta's arm before pulling away and moving toward a section of corsetted gowns, she touches various fabric and bits of detailing as she waits for something to catch her eye.
"Ah! Over here—" The shop was a bit of a warren in that most areas that appeared to be dead ends in fact simply led to stairs which, when descended, revealed yet more clothing. In fact, the deeper in the better supply, as if everything on the main level was merely meant to catch the attention of someone walking by. Adorning the walls were bolts of fabric, all fairly light materials given the region's coastal temperatures. Some featured woven scenes as if to replicate paintings of Torchline life, whereas others were simply meant to represent a singular aspect of Torcher life: blue cloth, the precise colour of the sea at dusk and another at dawn, one representing a stormy sky and another the colour of sea glass, and so on. "Was there something in particular you were looking for?" The shopkeeper wondered, clasping his hands politely behind his back.
Upstairs one of the assistants was grabbing every item Flora nodded to, only disappearing from her side once her pile was too big, before returning fresh.
Tickling her fingers up Asta's arm before pulling away and moving toward a section of corsetted gowns, she touches various fabric and bits of detailing as she waits for something to catch her eye.
"Ah! Over here—" The shop was a bit of a warren in that most areas that appeared to be dead ends in fact simply led to stairs which, when descended, revealed yet more clothing. In fact, the deeper in the better supply, as if everything on the main level was merely meant to catch the attention of someone walking by. Adorning the walls were bolts of fabric, all fairly light materials given the region's coastal temperatures. Some featured woven scenes as if to replicate paintings of Torchline life, whereas others were simply meant to represent a singular aspect of Torcher life: blue cloth, the precise colour of the sea at dusk and another at dawn, one representing a stormy sky and another the colour of sea glass, and so on. "Was there something in particular you were looking for?" The shopkeeper wondered, clasping his hands politely behind his back.
Upstairs one of the assistants was grabbing every item Flora nodded to, only disappearing from her side once her pile was too big, before returning fresh.
Fatefully, I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Code stolen from Queen Sky
