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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

la beauté et le meilleur (Maya)

Postby Hwyn on September 15th, 2017, 6:36 am

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la Beauté et le Meilleur

Summer 517 19th



Sometimes things don’t go exactly as planned when he’d said he wanted to intern at Alira’s studio he had hoped to learn to sew, he even knew that it was an Honor to work for the woman her commissions were well respected. He even had prior experience with the woman considering that when he had been in the possession of his master several of his outfits had been purchased here. Alira had been tactful enough not to ask why a slave was no in her presence as an Orphan, one looking to learn a trade at that. Though when the families, and worse, the stryfe are involved, it’s oft best not to ask questions which, she did not. So even when her face puckered in distaste at the idea of having to teach someone who had once been a slave her illustrious trade, when the Gelatos asked, she couldn’t exactly say no.

However his first assignment was one that didn’t exactly please him. In fact it hurt a fair bit. As her Kelvic assistant held him in place and Alira herself worked on the corset she was tightening around him, if the way she yanked the strings was anything to go by she was either taking her irritation out on him or was a sadist. Either way he gritted his jaw and endured it trying to flex his abdomen as best he could to resist the crushing embrace of the corset. Alira for her bad attitude did have some oddities about her, she was one of the few and first people to be aware that Hwyn was a boy, however this fact hadn’t surprised her, or gotten any reaction out of her at all. Nor had she commented on the fact that Eva only ever allowed him to wear such things. After many an agonizing chime she finished her work and went to tidying up the rest of the outfit, from tightening the bust to compensate for Hwyn lack thereof. Then even brushing his now almost thigh length hair the woman wordlessly worked on her prospective student venting her irritation into her work. Her Kelvic slave turning Hwyn about as per his masters commands, Hwyn and the Kelvic while not friends got on well enough out of a mutual understanding of loyalty to their masters and understanding that the strings of fate were well beyond there grasps.

Finally seemingly done with him Alira faced him, straightening the headband and looking at him before touching up the makeup on his face. For all of her eccentricity and poor attitude the woman knew her trade well. Hwyn saw a glimpse of himself in the mirror and was pleased with it. The outfit was decidedly ravokian, dark hues and dull highlights let his natural colors be brought out while maintaining an are of formality. His ruby and mint eyes glowing out from the dark outfit while his long blonde hair hung down his back tied together with a single black satin ribbon, on one way the outfit was fairly simple, but it’s craftsmanship was masterful leaving no need for garish distractions. Giving the Mirror an appreciative twirl he smiled in spite of himself his only complaint his inability to draw in even a single full breath within the confining outfit.

“lovely, well, lovely for an urchin anyways, anyways child if you really do intend to learn from me then you’d better follow all my instructions to a T, knowing how to sew is plebian, having an eye for what is aesthetic and beautiful however is farm more than most will ever accomplish sadly, tis an ugly world. Anyways… you’ll be learning what it means to have a good eye and I’ll be using you as my mannequin and dress up doll until I think you’ve earned otherwise. So, do a good job of looking pretty and we’ll see if there’s even a shred of talent in you.”

Pinching his cheek as she talked it seemed as if being demeaning simply came casually to her. Pulling him to the store front where many other outfits were displayed the woman looked about comparing other palettes to his eyes and hair.

“At the very least you’re lucky that you aren’t exceptionally hard to look at, otherwise I’d never have let you step foot in here.”

Hwyn nodded silently knowing better than to say anything in return and earn a tongue lashing or worse. It was almost a veiled compliment but he was decidedly too uncomfortable to be happy about it. His focus being partially taken by trying to control his breathing and not let his face become a frown or display any of the unpleasantness he was feeling. The Kelvic gave him a knowing look but said nothing seemingly well aware of his mistresses nature. Hwyn hoped some customers would show up and lighten the atmosphere, or at least distract the woman from him.
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Postby Maya Lark on September 19th, 2017, 7:51 pm

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Maya looked through her clothes humming gently. She wore her robe from getting out of the bath. There was so much to do and so little time. It suddenly dawned on her that there would be new slaves coming in that season. Smirking, she knew just what to do. It was time to go shopping for some clothes that would make them scream. Quickly dressing in her buttoned back crop top the woman pulled on her pants and boots before hurrying downstairs slinging her bag around her shoulders.

“Gotta hurry,” the woman said.

Trying to think while grabbing an apple, she walked outside and hailed a nearby ravosala. The lady stopped and allowed her to enter before starting to push again. Maya told the woman of her destination being the Azure Reflections. The girl was certain that she could find exactly what was needed or could have it made there. Rumors had spread of Alira's talent and that of her kelvic peacock being well trained and silent. She was excited to see if it was one of the slaves her father had broken when the woman was still a young girl. A smirk played on her lips thinking of how he had screamed and begged for mercy. Soon now it would be her turn to show how much the girl had taken in.

“Here we are miss,” the woman stated while stopping in front of the building.

Maya paid the girl before getting out of the boat and walking inside. The young Lark had forgotten about the strange spoon still being in her bag from earlier in the season. She had taken it out several times trying to figure out where it had come from. The girl had intended on getting more made and having a set, but there was no identifying factors on it. Looking over she kinda stared at what appeared to be a young man in a dress. Before she could ask anything the owner appeared and flitted around her restlessly.

“Welcome miss! It has been a while since I have seen someone of such high caliber here in my shop. Don't mind the two of them, one is my apprentice and the other is my slave. Please come with me and let's get you started,” Alira said and turned on her heels walking off.

Maya looked back at the two boys for a moment before walking after the woman. At least she thought the shorter looked like a boy; the woman would have been embarrassed if he turned out to really be a she. The young lady looked at several wears while still following as silent as when she had entered the building. Stopping, she tried to not run directly into Alira when the woman before her came to a scretching halt in front of what appeared to be rooms to try clothes on in.

“What is it you are searching for today my dear? Oh excuse my manners, I am Alira Wickham and you are?” Alira asked trying to place the woman before her.
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Postby Hwyn on October 2nd, 2017, 10:07 am

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The indifference of those with, their inability to see anything that which they chose not to. You would think as one who had been a slave to the rich that such a thing would have long ago ceased to bother him but he still felt a prickle of irritation wheneve3r he met such a person. The woman didn’t even need to speak, he could smell it on her, like an oppressive perfume, the scent of Ego and entitlement. Either way he allowed none of it to show on his face, a mask of cautious servitude he’d perfected after years of practice.

Looking on he didn’t want to involve himself, however he felt it, this odd urge lein to him and yet it was terribly alluring, a tickle in the back of his brain, a tingle in his toes, he felt like he needed to move, or better yet, play, he’d been a musician for some time, but he’d never felt such an urge before, as if he’d been bitten with a bout of inspiration. It was uniquely irresistible and it took all of his willpower not to immediately dash towards the back of the store where his violin was. Edging his way toward his instrument he kept an eyes on the customer and Alira, he wasn’t terribly sure how to woman would react to music in her shop, but he doubted she’d be too pleased about it.

Biting his bottom lip he tried to resist but the compulsion was viscous as it brought him to the instrument he owned, Alira hadn’t noticed his behavior but Azure had, giving him a narrow questioning look which Hwyn tried to match with a placid gaze. Tapping his foot slowly he found a rhythm to it but he knew that even that would not last him long. Once he was certain that he wasn’t being immediately watched he would go for his instrument, and then he would play, oh he would play until this awful urge left him, and then, he might play some more.
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Postby Maya Lark on October 11th, 2017, 8:54 pm

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“A dress, a vest, and possibly shoes,” Maya stated.

A strange powerful urge to dance hit the woman suddenly. Shaking her head, the girl tried to push it out of her mind. Flinching she was happy when Alira disappeared to go find outfits for her. Looking around the woman made sure no one was watching before doing some basic turns trying to get the urge out of her system. Most times the woman would have done a full set of pirouette turns. But instead the girl spun on her left foot raising her right leg just a little higher than the ground. She did not want to break the racks that held the clothes, or alert Alira of her odd behavior. During the turn, the woman spotted that the girl had disappeared somewhere. Or rather boy, the girl was still not completely sure if she was imagining things or not. Hearing the owner returning, Maya dropped down on both feet just before the woman picked her head up to look at the Lark.

Thanking her, the girl took them and went to try each of them on and see how they fit. It suddenly dawned on her that the woman had never asked for her size, and that lack of knowledge showed in the large range of sizes presented to her. The urge hit again causing the woman to go ridged as she put her head down. Squeezing her eyes closed, she fought the pull of dancing once more. Panting it took all her strength to ignore it, standing up straight behind the curtain. Putting the dress on first, she looked at the reflection of her body in the mirror. The material fit her form very nicely making the brunette smile at herself. The urge hit again this time she was not able to fight it. Taking her starting position, the woman did two turns back to back balancing on her left foot while her right came up at a right angle.

“How does it feel?” Alira asked from the other side of the curtain.

“Good, I am going to try the rest next,” Maya managed to say while finally making herself stop.

Shaking her head, the woman let her head stop lightly spinning before taking off the dress. This happened to her several more times before it would completely stop. To her dismay it felt like the strange urges was going to keep going all day. A strange noise caused her to venture out in a different dress from before. Walking towards the front as the material flowed around her, the girl was met by the sounds of music. Nothing that she could recall the name of.
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