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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 10, 2007 7:11:10 GMT -5
A motion to my left, the sudden appearance of a clerk stepping before me, and the voice that made my spine feel as if it were being pressed down and grated together, my bones chipping and flaking off, grinding. Just barely I repressed a shudder, my body slowing both out of necessity to not run into the clerk, but also out of politeness to someone who was speaking to me. Speaking, and attempting to help - though I honestly didn't know if it were that or just another setup for a goad.
My features were smooth and as relaxed as I could manage, no trace of irritation or fear showing; sometimes growing up in the midst of politics had its advantages. My eyes took in Edouard before moving to look at the dress the silent clerk held up, set instantly on disliking it.
But gods, it was beautiful.
Green, lush and deep as a well-fed field, was set off by golden embrodery sewn not in flowers and other repetitive things, but in swirling designs that was undoubtedly unique in its composition. Where in the seven hells did he find this? I reached out and fingered it, running the fabric between the press of my skin, before looking back at him.
"It's beautiful, though I'm afraid it's far too heavy a fabric for spring." And it was, but only barely; so little that beside the grandness of it, it wouldn't have mattered otherwise. "Thank you anyway."
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 10, 2007 7:41:09 GMT -5
She liked it.
And she was correct. Her reaction had been perfect, summoning enough respect, that I did not feel the desire to irk her – not just yet, anyway. To my surprise, the clerk spoke.
“Madam should definitely consider trying it on. It will offset your eyes and your hair perfectly, and the model is almost made for you. It is a unique creation,” he claimed proudly. “I suspect you will also find it is rather comfortable.”
If she looked at me, I would give her an encouraging nod, and be as unobtrusive as I could. If she did not… then let her be damned, I tried. After that little scene, she wasn’t on my list anymore – so I cared very, very little.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 10, 2007 21:51:14 GMT -5
I stared at the clerk.
For a long moment, I simply stared at him, delving my eyes into him. For all he stood inches taller than me he shrank, realizing that he'd overstepped his bounds with me. Sales was an important thing, one clerks were conditioned to, but there were limits that needed to be respected, borders; and that he failed with. He knew it, and that was enough for me.
Damnation. Now I was caught between offending the man who had sent me into a frightened twirl and catching his attention more, and all because this clerk had a simple wish to sell me a dress that I did not want.
"I have a dress in that shade already," I said softly, my gaze shifting from the clerk and to Edouard. "It is a lovely dress though - you have a great eye for detail if you picked it out."
And with that I stepped away, gaining my dignity though the anger and fear that still roiled through me. "Forgive me, but the hour grows late, and my leisure time is coming to an end." I looked at him for another minute, my eyes masked, before I spoke. "May Elua bless you, for I still mean all else that I have said."
And with that I turned and made my way from the store, keeping my feet from skipping ahead too rapidly. Oh gods, I needed to bathe. Bath fully clothed, in a garment that was not of a red color. The thought made me shudder, and I rounded the corner, slipping out of sight to find my carriage.
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