Logs:Farideh's Fashion Folly
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| RL Date: 28 September, 2014 |
| Who: Edyis, Farideh |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Farideh and Edyis discuss fashion at the Nerat Gather, a wager is made. |
| Where: Nerat Hold, Ista |
| When: Day 10, Month 12, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: The day begins hazy but the sun burns that away as afternoon approaches. However just past lunch a thunderstorm erupts and soaks all of Ista, doing little to take away the oppressive humidity that clings to everything. There's quite the impressive display of lightening strikes. As the day drags on the ocean winds cool the area down, making it more bearable. |
| Mentions: R'hin/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: As usual feel free to add/edit/correct anything I may have missed. |
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| When the days get cold, and work monotonous, there is nothing better than a good gather to lift the spirits; or at least that seems to be the motto of a particular dark eyed scribe who has arranged for a trip to Nerat by way of one of her favorite Savannah greenriders who seems quite content to let her charges wander the stalls. It may be a coincidence of course that this also happens to be the gather hosting the holder conclave, and so seems more filled with people than usual. "Shopping, and attractive men and women who aren't married to their dragons, sounds like a recipe for adventure right?" Edyis says, smoothing the linen of her gather dress. Farideh has always been a proponent for a good gather, even if there is conclave present. Winter winds have caused the sun-loving laundress to stay much of her days inside, bogged down by work and ill-sorted emotion. It was with relish that she accepted the scribe's proposal, and now, dressed in a fine dress of wine-red velvet with a simple silhouette, long sleeves, and a filigree belt, she exhibits all the qualities of someone completely titillated with their surroundings. "I would be happiest if I never saw another dragonrider again!" Which is obviously an exaggeration, as their ride home is by dragon back. "What do you want to see next? That weaver from Telgar everyone gushes about has a booth and there's even a boot maker from Southern and ohh, look, a pie stand." Tons to see, so little time on their end. Harpers are playing on their instruments and couples are merrily tossing about on the dance floor, and Farideh is there to enjoy it all, attempting to loop her arm through Edyis' as they stroll amongst the booths. Arm in arm, Edyis laughs. "I've been saving the marks to get myself a decent wardrobe for a while. I just can't decide on a style. Let's try the weaver stall first, though I do need to stop by the Vinters and a few others." She snickers, the picture of ladylike dignity as they walk. "Me thinks the Lady doth protest too much." As they make their way over to the weaver stall, looking at the latest fashions of the season. "What do you think about wool leggings?" "You might try for something practical. Great wardrobes are wasted on weyrfolk," Farideh says with an attractive pout that she likely practiced for hours in a mirror somewhere. She does steer towards the weaver booths, a little more pep in her step given the topic, and sighs, punctuating the sound by rolling her eyes skyward. "Leggings, Edyis, really? Leggings are outdated. If you have to cover up your legs, you should just go ahead and wear pants. You could," hedging, side eye included, "get a nice dress to impress your wine-and-dine man." She unlinks her arm to step up to a millinery booth, where she picks up a pair of kid gloves to examine carefully, eyeing the delicate stitches and supple leather. "I haven't had a reason to wear gloves in so long." Another little sigh, as she passes up the feminine accessory for something sturdier. "I think you quite miss the point of leggings. It's the only way to show your legs off in the dead of winter, If I'm going to be running all over the weyr with messages, by Farnath I should be able to show it off the side effects a little right?" Adamant about this fact, though she does move to the millinery booth as well, studying the gloves, "I suppose I could do with a few nicer dresses, though It would be easier to impress him with a good vintage of wine and clever company." Smirking, finding a lined pair of gloves and trying them on to feel for the fit. "Why would you want to show of your legs in such a way?" Farideh props her hip on the front of the booth, ignoring the suspicious stare from the apprentice stationed there. "It is far sweeter a treat when you show them small glimpses. You don't have to show them everything at once, or anything at all. But being selective about who you show is just as important as what you show." She sets aside the gloves and moves onto the next booth, breezily; it's a ready wear dress booth, with all the types of clothing one might expect of the Holder and Hall classes. "A nice, low neckline is just the trick or some lacy stockings." Feeling the fabric of one of the dresses, she slants Edyis a look. "Sounds like a man with others things on his mind than seeing how good you feel out those leggings." "If all he cared about was how well I filled out my leggings, I would get bored rather quickly." She comments, purchasing the gloves, after some haggling to get the price down reasonably. "If I wanted to waste time around someone who only wanted to see if they could get into my skirts there's plenty about the weyr for that." She admits, perusing a selection of sturdy leather and canvas bags. "And plunging necklines are for those who can use them to their advantage." "Oh, Edyis, you are too serious sometimes. What is wrong with a little flirtation? Having a good looking guy make eyes at you and try to steal kisses? Even if it is only because of how you fill out your leggings." Farideh is smiling, half-laughing, as she bypasses the ready wear for a fabric-by-the-bolt booth with more luxurious textiles. "I once knew a girl who was as flat as a board, and with the right dress and the right socks, she looked like she was considerably well-endowed," with a gesture to her own breasts, which is nothing if not comical. "Though I do wonder what her husband thinks once he's gotten the dress off of her. Not that that is my business." She gives another pout as she frets over a bolt of rose-pink poplin. Laughter rolls off Edyis lips, "Nothing is wrong with it, though when the man has on several occasions pointed out your proximity in age to his daughters, or another who you aren't really sure you want to kiss because of his reputation." She grins wry, and a bit thoughtful. "If you see something you think would be fitting for such flirtations let me know though. It could be fun." Would probably land her in a heap of trouble too. "Is he that much older?" Surprised reads on the laundress' face as she looks over at Edyis, letting the fabric drop from her fingers. "I wouldn't have thought you would choose an old guy." Her voice is light and playful, as she moves to yet another booth, this one with jewelry. "Reputations are often there for a reason. So he's kissed a bunch of women. That means he's good at it." Farideh leans down to peruse the bracelets on display. "No, no, if you think leggings will work, by all means, but don't be surprised when it doesn't work." Brows furrow a moment as something occurs to the young scribe, "I think I've already explained that it isn't that kind of relationship." She's laughing though, because Farideh must be teasing right. "Yes and often they are a terribly misleading thing. Cultivated by what people see or are allowed to see." She taps her chin. "Ok. You point out something that you are positive If I wore that it would stop any man in his tracks for say, a date. Something that can be practical as well though, not too overdone, and I'll buy those kid gloves you were looking at earlier." She grins wry. "You win, the gloves are yours." "Yes," Farideh says, drawing the word out, "we have spoken of that kind of relationship you have with your friend." She steps back from the booth and folds her arms over her middle, regarding Edyis with her head tilted slightly to the side. "You present a unique challenge. Seductive, but practical. Not underdone, but not overdone. Hm." Her green eyes moves on, past Edyis, and towards some of the other booths along the strip. "How do you feel about.. stays?" But her focus is already on the booth down the way, where a flamboyant weaver is showing off his wares to two blushing women. "I would almost think someone had put you up to this, except such direct trickery is beneath him, and I am sure the other suspects wouldn't dare." Or at least she seems to think so, eyeing the woman carefully at the word stay. "Aren't those the things that push everything up and leave you sitting up straight as a ruler?" General hand gestures made along with this to further emphasize the point Edyis seems to be making which may involve the word bosom. "I would never." Of all the shenanigans Farideh would pull, that appears to not be on the list. "They can if that is what you're after, but you can get them relaxed. Push everything up without making you feel like you've got a stick up your back." She does her own interpretation of a corset, pushing her arms together under her bustline. "Like that, except better. You will catch anyone's eye in one of those. Mother used to go through great pains in telling us only those kinds of women wear stays. Good, proper women don't." Her mouth quirks into a smile, a hand reaching out to grab Edyis' wrist and pull her towards that booth. "Worn over a blouse, with pants, it can be practically normal." Taking clothing advice from Farideh might not be the best idea - then again, it might just be the best ever. They will have to see! That comment has the young scribes brows quirking as she's dragged over to that booth. "I don't mind something that adds a little steel to the spine, but I'm not entirely sure I want to frequently be thought of as one of those kinds of women." Her hesitation however doesn't seem to be enough to overcome the laundress's enthusiasm for the subject. Studying the strange devices that supposedly give one a more feminine shape with a skeptical eye. "We live in a Weyr full of those kinds of women." They stop in front of the booth, where the man with the rotund belly and scarf about his neck is busy talking up a mousy woman. "You can get whatever kind you want, they all do the same trick. Cinch in the waist, push up your breasts, and give such a pleasing shape." Farideh claps her hands together and stares at the corsets for view - long torso, underbust, short-waisted, full straps and demi too. "You can wear them under dresses for shape, or, in your case, you can wear it over a shirt, and pick your modesty. It is the perfect accessory, don't you think?" She graces Edyis with an impish smile. Skepticism is rampant as she pokes at the things with laces and straps and cinches. And eventually she does select a few to try, bargaining down the price a bit. Whether or not such fashion advice is a good idea, the girls have fun none the less. Enjoying the rest of the gather. |
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