34 of the Day, Fall of 510 A.V.
An Elegant Weave
The days were growing longer. And colder.
Which meant that it was time for Neyasi to stop sucking it up, and get a new cloak.
The spindly, black-clad Symenestra slowly entered the shop, ruby red eyes quickly adjusting to the sudden change of lighting. She paused, glancing from isde to side, before allowing her feet to take her to the side of the store filled with clothing. She paused before a middle-aged seamstress, who looked up at her.
Neyasi let out a small, distasteful breath. Shopping for clothing wasn't her thing. "You wouldn't happen to have any thick winter cloaks, would you?" The Symenestra inquired slowly. The seamstress peered at her a little closer. "Yes, of course. Come with me." She said, turning on one heel, and hurrying rapidly into the depths of the store. Neyasi followed, her long-legged stride easily catching up to the stout seamstress.
The employee halted, and pulled something off a shelf, holding it up, and examining it. "Does this tickle your fancy?" She asked turning, holding up the black wolf fur cloak. Neyasi shrugged. "It'll do." She said. "Would you like to be fitted?" The seamstress asked. Neyasi shook her hand, as she dug into her knapsack. "How much?" She asked. "Sixty-five gold mizas." The seamstress said promptly, and Neyasi stared. Sixty-five gold mizas? Neyasi sighed, and dug out the golden pieces.
She dropped them into the employee's outstretched hand, before taking the cloak. If it weren't for the threat of the approaching cold, Neyasi might have simply walked out right then. She fastened it about her neck, upon shedding her thinner silken cloak, before dipping her head to the seamstress, and taking her leave.
An Elegant Weave
The days were growing longer. And colder.
Which meant that it was time for Neyasi to stop sucking it up, and get a new cloak.
The spindly, black-clad Symenestra slowly entered the shop, ruby red eyes quickly adjusting to the sudden change of lighting. She paused, glancing from isde to side, before allowing her feet to take her to the side of the store filled with clothing. She paused before a middle-aged seamstress, who looked up at her.
Neyasi let out a small, distasteful breath. Shopping for clothing wasn't her thing. "You wouldn't happen to have any thick winter cloaks, would you?" The Symenestra inquired slowly. The seamstress peered at her a little closer. "Yes, of course. Come with me." She said, turning on one heel, and hurrying rapidly into the depths of the store. Neyasi followed, her long-legged stride easily catching up to the stout seamstress.
The employee halted, and pulled something off a shelf, holding it up, and examining it. "Does this tickle your fancy?" She asked turning, holding up the black wolf fur cloak. Neyasi shrugged. "It'll do." She said. "Would you like to be fitted?" The seamstress asked. Neyasi shook her hand, as she dug into her knapsack. "How much?" She asked. "Sixty-five gold mizas." The seamstress said promptly, and Neyasi stared. Sixty-five gold mizas? Neyasi sighed, and dug out the golden pieces.
She dropped them into the employee's outstretched hand, before taking the cloak. If it weren't for the threat of the approaching cold, Neyasi might have simply walked out right then. She fastened it about her neck, upon shedding her thinner silken cloak, before dipping her head to the seamstress, and taking her leave.
