At Harper's admission, Alys raised an eyebrow, both surprised and intrigued by the notion that he was, in fact, a council member. She supposed he could be making it up, but he seemed too open and friendly by far - and besides, what benefit would he get from lying? She had never been to Torchline, and had no real intentions of visiting any time soon. And they'd just met, so it was unlikely he wanted something from her. She pursed her lips slightly as she thought, but as he waved away her awkward apology, she snorted a laugh in spite of herself. He certainly was chipper. At least he was self-aware.
The pair of them searched the racks and tables for a moment before Harper found something on a tall shelf, where Alys couldn't have seen or reached. When he pulled it down, her face lit. "That's perfect!" She took it from him with a gruff word of thanks. Then, she hesitated. She'd never made a gown before; what if her idea was going to look horrible? So she fidgeted with the fabric for a moment, took a deep breath, and asked, "What do you think? This for the bodice, and the lace for the sleeves?"
The pair of them searched the racks and tables for a moment before Harper found something on a tall shelf, where Alys couldn't have seen or reached. When he pulled it down, her face lit. "That's perfect!" She took it from him with a gruff word of thanks. Then, she hesitated. She'd never made a gown before; what if her idea was going to look horrible? So she fidgeted with the fabric for a moment, took a deep breath, and asked, "What do you think? This for the bodice, and the lace for the sleeves?"
alys glasse
waiting for the right mind to drive insane
