Timestamp: 15th of Spring 515 AV
A tame spring afternoon saw the spider to Yvette’s establishment. Idle inquiries had yielded two names of Tailors within the city. Shai had chosen Yvette’s after a confirmation that women’s ware was the specialty.
The alabaster woman traced the delicate cuts and fine fabrics arrayed in the entrance of the store. From a family of tailor’s and weavers, to a degree Shai understood what to look for it. Also in mind, was the realistic expectation that her dresses would need to be custom made. Few human women came in the same sizes her, any that were so petite were only young adults. Still it was worth a perusal.
Little doubt existed in the Symenestra’s mind that the store clerk would shoo her from the premises initially. Foreign and feared but perhaps a display of her intent to purchase a large number of items would get her traction here.
In Sunberth, armor and a strict braid had been her entire attire. Everything else was too much risk. Here, she had chosen a new kind of armor, a long dress with elongated arms to hide her arms and claws. The more she could appear like the humans the less she would make them skittish. Her charcoal hair was pinned up on one side with a silver pin the shape of a spider, on the other side it fell free, a rare sight in sunberth the Spider had hair that trailed considerably down her back when unbound.
A few flicks of her fan was the best she attempted to banish the uncomfortable humidity. With her free hand she took to feeling the weaves of the fabrics with her thumb and forefinger. Spotting a poor weave was an exceedingly advanced skill, but feeling a weave between one’s fingers was a much easier indicator. Tilting her head at one particularly gaudy pink dress, Shai began to wonder if it wouldn’t be better to request dresses in the way of her people and not these Zeltivans. It all looked rather constrictive and far too warm for her tastes. The flowing silk and gossamers of the Symenestra were one thing the spider couldn’t help but miss.
Her pearly lips pursed, that was all thoughts of special orders. The backbones of a dress were the trappings beneath it, those she had no doubt she could walk home with today. She had secured a promise from Fallon for her assistance in the matter, if only because running through the streets with her arms full of underthings seemed like a poor way to start her new alias in the port city.
A tame spring afternoon saw the spider to Yvette’s establishment. Idle inquiries had yielded two names of Tailors within the city. Shai had chosen Yvette’s after a confirmation that women’s ware was the specialty.
The alabaster woman traced the delicate cuts and fine fabrics arrayed in the entrance of the store. From a family of tailor’s and weavers, to a degree Shai understood what to look for it. Also in mind, was the realistic expectation that her dresses would need to be custom made. Few human women came in the same sizes her, any that were so petite were only young adults. Still it was worth a perusal.
Little doubt existed in the Symenestra’s mind that the store clerk would shoo her from the premises initially. Foreign and feared but perhaps a display of her intent to purchase a large number of items would get her traction here.
In Sunberth, armor and a strict braid had been her entire attire. Everything else was too much risk. Here, she had chosen a new kind of armor, a long dress with elongated arms to hide her arms and claws. The more she could appear like the humans the less she would make them skittish. Her charcoal hair was pinned up on one side with a silver pin the shape of a spider, on the other side it fell free, a rare sight in sunberth the Spider had hair that trailed considerably down her back when unbound.
A few flicks of her fan was the best she attempted to banish the uncomfortable humidity. With her free hand she took to feeling the weaves of the fabrics with her thumb and forefinger. Spotting a poor weave was an exceedingly advanced skill, but feeling a weave between one’s fingers was a much easier indicator. Tilting her head at one particularly gaudy pink dress, Shai began to wonder if it wouldn’t be better to request dresses in the way of her people and not these Zeltivans. It all looked rather constrictive and far too warm for her tastes. The flowing silk and gossamers of the Symenestra were one thing the spider couldn’t help but miss.
Her pearly lips pursed, that was all thoughts of special orders. The backbones of a dress were the trappings beneath it, those she had no doubt she could walk home with today. She had secured a promise from Fallon for her assistance in the matter, if only because running through the streets with her arms full of underthings seemed like a poor way to start her new alias in the port city.