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Post by Faeldor on Mar 22, 2009 17:23:05 GMT -5
Here he was, the tall Stable Master of Gondor. Noble and handsome in appearance, with a lovely Lady at his side. That ‘Lady’ being the eldest of his siblings, Miriel, who was going on three and twenty years. He carried a basket in his arm, which held some vegetables and cooking spices that his mother had requested of him to gather at the markets that morning. Not only was he carrying a daintily flowered basket this morning, but he was standing outside the dressmakers shop, his sister urging him forward.
Growing up in a household of women, Faeldor had often been forced into such places as a youth, and since he had grown old enough to be away from his mother, he had avoided them at all costs. It had been years, perhaps, since he had entered a ladies shop, and he was not excited to do so now.
“Faeldor, come, you must accompany me,” Miriel had demanded sweetly of her brother that morning.
”And why is it, sister dearest, that you need my companionship this day?” he had asked her in return.
”A proper Lady cannot go unescorted through the streets of Minas Tirith, and besides, Mother has sent me on so many errands, I surely cannot carry everything myself. Come, you spend more time with the little ones and Narbeleth than you do myself. And I’m the only other adult in this family. Shouldn’t you like a bit of proper conversation for a change? I’m not taken to horses you know, and I should have a bit of your time as well. I never do see you anymore since I’ve begun working in the palace.”
Faeldor’s original plans for the day had been to take his young brother out for riding lessons in the lower corrals of the city, and his second eldest sister, Narbeleth was to accompany them as well, for she was taken with horses and loved the creatures and the chance to be outdoors. Perhaps, he had thought, when his horse Thissel was well trained, he would gift her to Narbeleth; for the girl needed something to occupy her talent.
Regrettably though, everything Miriel had said to him was true, and he rarely spent time with this sister. He was even unsure as to why she would request his presence, for though she was beautiful and her sweet appearance would not give her away; he felt that she had no inclination to spend time with her family in her free time. She was much concerned with other ‘more important’ matters, such as her suitors and her matchmaking between giddy girlfriends and soldiers. Much too important of matters for a mere horseman to be interested in. After he had finally consented and told his brother that they would wait ‘til his next day off, he set out the door with his sister on his arm.
“Oh, and I should like you to meet a friend of mine, Rosiel. I have told her about you, and she had wanted to make your acquaintance,” Miriel had stated.
Alas! Faeldor thought. There was reason behind her slyness. Always with her confounded matchmaking. Faeldor loved his sister, but there was nothing in the world that would give him any inclination into courting one of her friends. They all seemed so concerned about their own petty matters; dresses and curling their hair, and pinching their cheeks. And Faeldor knew well who this Rosiel was, for she was the younger sister of a man named Aglardir, as soldier, and a man whom he knew Miriel had a fancy for, for all her talk around the house of him. Would she even use her elder brother to get her own way. Faeldor tried his best not to frown, and simply followed his sister to market. After they had gathered their mother’s requests, Miriel had inclination to stop at the dressmakers shop. And this brought Faeldor to where they were now.
“Come now, Faeldor. A bit of color and silk will not hurt your eyes, and I should like to make an inquiry. None of your stable friends should see you, I do promise.” She looked to him sweetly.
“Do you not have enough dresses?” Faeldor paused to ask. His mother had never allowed frivolous manners to her children, though since Miriel had begun her work, she had used her earnings to her own accord.
“Well I should like a new one. I have already worn my new dresses to the balls, and I do need something more becoming of an adult woman. Perhaps a lower cut…” she thought to herself, as she entered the shop, pulling her brother along after her.
“I do protest your last statement,” Faeldor said, a color rising in his cheeks at the thought of his sister making such an obscene statement in public. “I believe you are fair with a normal cut, and Mother and Grandmother would not be pleased.” He muttered all of this to her quietly, though he was very much upset at her brashness.
“Rosiel thinks it would be very becoming on me, I have tried one of hers on and I must say her brother could not take his eyes off me,” she said, smirking, and obviously trying to incite her brother’s disapproval.
Faeldor frowned at his sister. He would not be seen with a woman who had such low public morals. Where had his dear sister turned off wrong? For his other sisters were made of all sweetness and modesty. He would not reply to her, for it would only encourage her to continue the debate. He gave a polite nod to the dressmaker, and then distracted himself by looking at the colored fabrics.
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Post by Arien on Mar 24, 2009 19:00:18 GMT -5
Ah, work, Arien loved what she was doing at the moment. She was actually working on a pretty wedding dress. She loved weddings, it always made her happy and all giddy for some reasons. Sure she had some tomboyish attitudes but she was still a girl for god’s sake. She was happy to make that dress, because her customer happened to be very nice and she befriended the woman. She wished the lady the best of the days when it’d happen.
She wished as well that it would happen to her. However, she just didn’t find the right man for her-and she didn’t know he happened to be closer than she thought he was. She sighed dreamily as well as she kept an eye on the people who were entering and exiting the shop. If there was one thing she hated were thieves.
The good thing about being a strong woman like she was, is that people didn’t dare much to steal her things. First, it wasn’t that bright to leave with a dress hidden in your stuff and second, she could kick your butt pretty easily whenever she wanted; thanks to her brother and father who thought her how to defend herself whenever she was in trouble. Not a lot of ladies knew how to do that but it was actually pretty handful. She didn’t depend on any kind of man because of that and she was free to do almost anything she was. That was probably due also to her status in the society.
She hummed silently, keeping her attention on both the dress she was working on and the customers, they kept her entertained. Her work always kept her that way. She liked socializing, even though, there were times where she would want to be along and lurk somewhere in her place. Just like Keann said, she needed to relax once in a while, and she did listen to him a few times in the end. She knew it would be better for her health and calm her stress down for whenever she would sell something rather expensive to someone. Working was her little pleasure and it was why the place was most of the time welcoming and loving.
The door opened for an other time and she saw two new heads, that she didn’t recognize; they probably were new here. She nodded back at the man and gave him a smile, as well as at the lady who kept him company at the time being. Heh, she didn’t mind new customers, in fact, she loved seeing new faces. It meant that she had a chance to gain more money.
She silently eyed them here and there, just in case they’d have questions to ask about her dresses and fabrics. She would be happy to answer to both of them. She wasn’t wearing anything fancy for the day, a pretty light green dress that she had made herself, of course.
Her hair were pulled up so her hair wouldn’t disturb her in her work and she remained silent, waiting for anyone to ask her something or to buy her clothes.
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Post by Faeldor on Mar 25, 2009 5:36:06 GMT -5
“Hm…” Miriel hummed to herself as she walked slowly to the back of the shop, looking at each dress as she went. They were in all styles… some for simple everyday use, decent for work wear, and others to a more fancier extent. At back of the shop seemed to be a few samples of wedding dresses. Nothing like she had in mind.
What is this? she thought to herself, looking at the wedding dress that Arien was currently seaming. A dress for a costume regalla? The colors were offensive to her, and the design was atrocious. The woman herself was dressed in a horrid pale green. Had this dressmaker no fashion? It was a wonder she stayed in business.
Hm… Faeldor thought, watching his sister. He never knew what that mind was up to when she was silent for so long. He hoped she would cause no scene, for she seemed to have that certain glint in her eye, and he wished he were not here with her. Though he loved his sister, he wished not to be associated with her at times, mostly in public, because she did display an image of vanity, and seemed to offend many with her impulsively mean comments.
He turned away again, eyeing a dress of a beautiful dark blue fabric. It was simple and modest, yet pretty, with a silver and gold trimming about the waist and neck, and around the elbows. His thoughts turned to Gilwen, a lady he had met very recently; she would look lovely in this. He doubted that she owned such a thing, for they were expensive, and she would have little use to wear it. Either way, it was not wrong to own one dress. And there was a ball to come at midsummer. Faeldor loved to go to the events at the palace, for there was always much music and dance, and he usually took a lady with him; his sister most often, but sometimes a lady whom his mother pushed him along with, or a sister of one of his friends from the stable. This time he had in mind to ask Gilwen to come with him though, and perhaps he might have her come in here for a fitting. The dressmaker seemed well talented in her work.
Now Mariel had approached the woman in the back of the shop. She opened her mouth, and in a sweet voice asked, “Do you perhaps have anything in back that is…less drab?” What an introductory statement.
The smile that had crossed Faeldor’s face the past moment instantly faded, for he knew his sister’s words were going to cause a stir today. She had not learned anything from their mother, at times, it seemed. Keep your words soft and sweet, less you have to eat them… His mothers words played in his mind. A sweet voice did not matter when one spoke in such a way.
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Post by Keann on Mar 25, 2009 11:18:05 GMT -5
Keann was slightly out of breath now. When he woke up that morning, he thought today was going to be any ordinary day, working in his workshop, selling a jewel or two, fixing some others, perhaps taking an order as well. But it was without counting this woman who came in before noon. A quick look made him understand her husband had a lot of money she intended to waste in the fanciest jewel ever made. Keann knew those ladies well. The kind who were coming to order a necklace nearly every month. Not like he minded, think of it, he wouldn't have that good of a business without them, but he was wondering why they needed that many jewels.
Keann took the time to listen to her order, sketching on a piece of parchment a rough model of it. He stopped though when she said the thing he hated the most: that she wanted it to fit a dress. But of course, not the one she was wearing, that would be too easy. No, one she had ordered. What color? Green. Green! What kind of green she couldn't tell of course. Was it olive green, emerald or sea green? Was it closer to grass or moss? It was just green. Keann refrained a sigh and acted very professional. The next answer was even better. Who was the dressmaker? I don't remember, someone in the city. Very good and well-known. Keann almost wanted to say no. But a quick estimation of the price of the jewel made him knew he couldn't refuse such an offer. Even knowing what was his day going to be now.
As soon as the lady left, Keann closed his shop. Not like he had the choice, he would have to roam around town for the right dressmaker. He placed the sheets over the glass boxes, he pulled down the curtains and finally locked the door before walking down the street. Now there were more than one dressmaker. And she didn't even tell him if it was a man or a woman. But he expected the dressmaker to be a woman, rare were the men making dresses, they were more doing tunics or armors. Keann allowed himself to sigh. Closing his shop that early was not good, that meant he'd lose good sales. But he had no choice he was working out on his own. Wanting to get done with the errand quickly, Keann started running. He was good a it, much more than fighting. His stature was just not good to stand up in a brawl.
Now keann had looked over two dressmakers without success when he arrived at Arien's shop, panting lightly. "Arien, please tell..." he said before interrupting himself. His gaze had crossed those of her clients. A man and a woman. And Arien, a quick look made him notice, was in the back, creating what looked like a wedding dress. For them? He had no idea. But seeing customers made him lose all of his confidence. He felt terrible to have interrupted them. A light blush appeared on his cheeks and he looked down. He wanted to go back home right away, but if to interrupt was impolite, to leave like this was even more. Keann took a deep breath, trying to gather all the courage he had before actually looking up once more. "I-i was wondering if you've got an order for a green dress lately..." he asked Arien, his tone as shy as ever. He wanted to much to leave, let her work and go back to his own work, but he couldn't. He needed to see that dress first, with the embroidery the lady wanted to have her necklace matching.
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Post by Arien on Mar 27, 2009 10:00:28 GMT -5
Arien soon enough became distracted with her own thoughts. Heh, you would too if no one would ask you questions and a prize so they could buy your stuff. She hadn’t sold anything for the day yet and hoped she would, there were better days where she knew that people always came to her shop and bought her clothes that she had made. This day happened to be one of those calmer days, quite boring to say the least. She didn’t like it when things went slow and all, she preferred action, she liked to move and chat to people. Some merchants would go crazy when their shop were full, but she loved it and had managed to deal with all of her customers, giving them all the attention they wanted.
That was how the woman rolled. She concentrated on the wedding dress she was working on. Sure her friend wasn’t that rich, which was why the dress was less fancy and more modest. Which she didn’t mind, even thought she liked to create those puffy dresses for royalty. It was fun, to dream of even wearing those. She had one in reserve, for royal parties, if she ever got invited to something like this, she would wear it and show off her designer skills.
It didn’t take too long before her two new customers arrived towards her. She didn’t notice them, being too much into her work, until a woman spoke to her. “Do you perhaps have anything in back that is…less drab?” She arched an eyebrow. Sure, the comment wasn’t one of the niciest, but if she was okay with paying high prize, then she could show her the things she kept for high people. Those ones she usually made an example in a note book where you could pick your own color for the tissue, her speciality to say the least, was to create special orders, to the customers’ wills.
She stopped working on the dress and stood up. “I have, but I could also make you a dress with your own measures and wants, you can pick the type of tissues and the colors you want, of course, if you have the money for it. Here’s a book of the models I have, of course, I could confectioned one right now and then, if you give me a description of how you want your dress to look like. “She paused noticing that Keann was there and smiled at him before turning her attention back to her client. "Arien, please tell..." “However, it will take me a few days to create the dress.” she finished now turning around so she could face Keann.
"I-i was wondering if you've got an order for a green dress lately..." She paused before grabbing a parchment where she wrote down all of the orders that she had had and scrolled it down before spotting it. “Yes, it is due to tomorrow, I am almost done with it…why do you want to know?” she asked him, tilting her head to the side.
Of course, she would answer to the other woman’s question, if she had more. Not that she mind it much, as long as she could make money, things would be fine with her. She gave Keann a sweet smile, and waited for either one of the lady or Keann to talk.
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Post by Faeldor on Mar 27, 2009 21:38:05 GMT -5
“I would like to see the ones you have in back first,” Miriel said promptly, before giving the man standing next to her a chance to respond. She had been here first afterall! She glanced over to him though, after her first statement. A tall man, with dark hair and eyes. She recognized the jeweler, for she had been to his shop some times. She glanced between Arien and Keann. She knew both by acquaintance, or at least because she had visited their shops before. Some of her friends gossiped and rumored about the two. ”Well fit for each other.” Miriel did not think so though. The jeweler was far too shy to have such a relationship. And Arien… well, she simply not suited to marry at all. A woman who lived by herself? And attended to a shop? It was a man’s job afterall to do such things.
“Hello, my Lord Keann,” she said sweetly to the man, smiling, before listening to the dressmaker’s answer.
Faeldor approached the group, hoping to cut off any disputes that Miriel might start before they happened. He stood next to her. Was he nervous? Perhaps just a bit. He would hate if she were to act out in public the way she acted in private. Another man was here; the jeweler, though he did not remember his name until Miriel had said it. She would be the one to know. She made it her pride to know the names of any people who might assist her in her quest for vanity and courtly suitors.
He sighed to himself, travelling back to his thoughts, as he idly looked at the dress that the dressmaker was sewing. A wedding dress, it seemed. Faeldor could not think of who was marrying; certainly nobody who resided on the sixth tier, or anyone who Miriel might know, for he had not heard her ranting about it.
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Post by Keann on Mar 30, 2009 9:55:49 GMT -5
Keann didn't know where to put himself. He had vaguely the feeling he knew the lady. Perhaps she went to his shop. He wouldn't be that surprised, he recognized the type: the kind who needed everything in her life, if not to be expensive, to at least look like it is. Considering this, a jeweler was certainly a stop she'd make every now and then. And Keann was one of them.d once more at the man by her side. Who could he be? A brother, a husband, a friend? Or perhaps just a servant following her for he was holding a basket in his arms. Something in him seemed too noble to be a mere servant but what could he know about it. After all, someone working for the steward could be full of himself. Wasn't he working and sometimes living in the palace? Sure the task was low but it wasn't Keann who had the chance to meet the Steward, even only see him.
Keann let the lady speak. So the dress was not for her. Then the man certainly was not a suitor. Or could he? Keann didn't like the fact he couldn't tell what kind of man he was. Probably because he wasn't the kind to go buy a jewel, or only for a very important, special moment for a very important, special person. Yes, that must be it.
He turned toward Arien once the lady finished talking. He didn't mean to interrupt Arien in her business but he wanted to do his own as well. "I-i have a client, sh-she wanted a jewel matching the d-dress." he said almost in a whisper stuttering more than usual. He knew very well why, because someone was there and he was interrupting. He move forward of one step. Surely the young lady would understand an order such as his needed to be taken in consideration. Besides, it would take Arien only a minute to show him the dress. But then again, what if the lady could not understand. Some hated having their time wasted by someone. This thought made Keann only more nervous. Just as he was thinking coming back alter she spoke to him. He startled some and looked at her, making a small bow in her direction in sign of respect. And of course, thanks to how nervous he was, he stumbled some on a small stool which made the red appear on his cheeks.
Feeling he had embarrassed himself enough in front of everyone, Keann turned his head toward Arien. "W-when you have time, just send me the sketch of it so I know. I-i... I'm sorry, I think I'll go." he said, the last statement spoken in a whisper as he already starting to move backward just to stumble yet again on the stool. He prevented it to fall, feeling his cheeks to grow more red as he mouthed a sorry for it, any sound unable to escape his lips.
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Post by Arien on Apr 1, 2009 15:17:26 GMT -5
“I would like to see the ones you have in back first,” She nodded knowing that this girl standing in front of her was probably more of the snobbish class. Especially with the way she greeted her. Psh, they didn’t have respect for work at all and she even wondered about if this one had worked a single day of her life. Who knows, maybe she happened to be nice in the pass…anyways, she didn’t ponder about it that much, as long as she could make some money, everything was fine with her. “Hello, my Lord Keann,” She didn’t say anything, heh, she was maybe only getting polite, she was better to be only getting polite. “Sure…” she said pulling her chair away from the way so she could pass and stopped once she was by Faeldor’s side only to notice the glance she was giving at Keann. Which she wasn’t sure about if she liked it or not…
She turned her attention back to Keann as he spoke again, poor him, he sounded even more nervous than he could ever get. She felt sorry for him but on the other hand, he needed to get some guts and say what was on his mind instead of stuttering and looking miserable like he was.
"I-i have a client, sh-she wanted a jewel matching the d-dress." Ah, of course, they would often work in a team with those kind of stuff, which brought the two of them even more closer. She liked it to work with Keann like that. “You can come with us, the dress is in the same spot anyways…” she stated out; he wouldn’t get away from socializing that easily. She wanted him to open up some more, maybe he could talk with the other man or something, it would be great.
"W-when you have time, just send me the sketch of it so I know. I-i... I'm sorry, I think I'll go." She arched an eyebrow as he started to move backward and grabbed his arm, leading all of them in the back of her shop. “ Just come already, like I said, I place them in the same area as the others. May you follow us please.” She said to her two customers leading them to a small room, where the most colourful and beautiful dresses were. Some were yellow and royal blue, others were red, there were all kind of variety, which made some wonder about how long it took her to do that. If that woman didn’t find what she wanted, it only meant that she was just a bloody difficult one.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 4, 2009 10:09:33 GMT -5
Miriel followed Arien assuredly, although did her best to keep next to Keaan, her gaze upon him. Of course, Miriel would never be interested in a man of the sort. She simply liked to play along with men. She walked beside him, brushing against his arm, and giving him a sideways glance.
Faeldor followed behind. His humiliation no longer lay in being among a women's shop, but now in his sister's brazen behavior. The girl could never stop, could she? The man seemed shy and nervous, and was probably disturbed by her gestures.
"My Lord Keean," Faeldor broke in. He walked behind, but tried to draw the man back with him. "Before you are busy in your work, might I ask, where is your own shop located?
"Oh Faeldor, what ever would you need to go to a jeweler for?" Miriel said quickly.
Faeldor grimaced at his sister. Of course she would get in the way of his question, perhaps for fear of his answer. "Sister dearest, I was merely inquiring," the man stated, trying to keep a level tone. "In case I should ever need look into having a jewel or a ring." The man did not give his sister the satisfaction of he mentioning Gilwen's name, but she would be sure to know of who he was speaking of.
Miriel could not outright cause a stir in the dressmakers shop, so she kept her mouth quite closed after this. A ring? If Faeldor was already considering such, she had much work to do to keep this from happening.
"I doubt you should need such, for who would you even give it to, dearest brother?" Miriel said in the same sweet tone, hoping that perhaps he would be the one to start. If he argued with her, she could very well join in. But Faeldor did not start.
"Do you do silver work?" he also asked Keann, completely ignoring his sister's question. Though gold was more expensive, and Faeldor could have afforded such, he did think that Gilwen would look loveliest in silver. And the woman would not wish for something too audacious anyhow, to draw attention to her hands. Silver, perhaps engraved... or with the tiniest gem that only showed with the reflection of light upon it.
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Post by Keann on Apr 5, 2009 13:05:09 GMT -5
Keann's eyes grew wide as Arien took him arm and dragged him along. he should get used by now, she seemed to be doing it a lot lately. But he was still caught by surprised. This time though he managed to avoid the stool and to fall to the ground. He wanted to ask her if it was alright but at the face she gave him before grabbing his arm, he knew she wouldn't let him go that easily. And he was wondering why. When she was stopping him from leaving an inn where people joined them at their table, or brought him along to buy things at the market, he understood she wanted him to socialize. But now, it was during her work, with her clients. It wasn't his job to go and talk to them. Will the girl even ask him if she was pretty in whatever dress she'd choose? Oh gosh...
As they walked to the back of the shop Keann startled feeling something against his arm. He looked and saw the lady glancing at him. He blushed and tried to focus on a blank in front of him. She was making him nervous. Why was he getting so nervous around women? Hopefully, his anxiety was cut short thanks to the man accompanying her. He asked for where he was. He listened to the conversation between the two customers. Now the idea he was a suitor seemed to have vanished. For if he was to ask a jeweler where was his shop in front of his love, she would never ask him why in such a way. So he was no lover to the lady after all. Keann answered politely, barely stuttering. He also mentioned the bakery in front, to help the man know exactly where he was. Keann never heard of another jeweler in front of a bakery.
Finally the woman helped him know who the man was for her. Her brother! He quickly looked at the too and noticed a certain resemblance. But any thought about it was drawn away as the man, Faeldor, talked once again to him. Keann nodded. "I can use any material you desire to make the jewel you wish, sir." he said this time not stuttering at all. For he was now doing business as well. It showed in his attitude. He suddenly seemed more confident, revealing himself an expert of his art. "I'll be glad to make whatever you wish for good sir. Just come at my shop whenever you have the time." he said with a nod. Keann could not see the transformation of his 'normal mode' to his 'jeweler mode'. But he heard it was quite strange.
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Post by Arien on Apr 7, 2009 20:00:27 GMT -5
Arien couldn’t help but smirked at Keann’s reaction to her dragging hima long with the two others in her shop. It’s not like if she minded it much anyways; they were co-workers, it was normal for him to come with her to the back of her shop to see if the jewels fit with the dresses she was making since most of the time, women usually liked to buy some.
She continued making her way, not minding much the lady as she was talking to Keann. After all, she could careless about her and if she was about to become one of her customers well, there were no choices but to deal with her. Although, that didn’t mean that she didn’t listen to the conversation they were having. She didn’t miss one bit of it all. She was always like that anyways, hearing everything that happened into her shop; she happened to have a very good sense of hearing to say the least.
They were siblings? She glanced behind her as she lead them, not releasing Keann’s hand and only doing so at that moment. Ah, they did look alike…a little. Anyways, she wasn’t there to think about how siblings looked alike or not, she was there for business and she pointed the green dress to Keann while she headed towards a few already made dresses to show to Miriel.
“Here are a few models, I hope you will find something that suits your tastes.” she said trying her best to give Miriel one of her sweet smile…as much as she could since she was still a little annoyed of the woman’s gesture towards Keann.
Though, she knew she had to push jealousy aside and let it pass for now, waiting for the girl to give her an answer on if she wanted one dress from her prettiest models or have her one created only for her.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 14, 2009 16:18:55 GMT -5
Keann informed Faeldor of his shop’s location, and that he indeed could use whichever metal he wished, and make the jewel in the way he would like it. “Well, it seems that you will find me inquiring at your own shop shortly then, for I would like to see your work and speak with you on it. But I’ll let you to your work here now.” The man smiled kindly. He would indeed go to Keann’s shop sometime soon, for he had the most beautiful thing in mind for Gilwen, and he would wish to have only the finest jeweler to make it for her.
Miriel let out a small groan at her brother’s words, knowing very well that he was thinking of having something made for the vagrant servant woman. It inwardly turned her mood to sour.
“Here are a few models, I hope you will find something that suits your tastes.” Arien spoke to her, but Miriel ignored the woman, looking instead to Keann, and the dress that he was to look at for his own work.
“I should like to look at this one,” Miriel said bluntly, as she followed Keann, touching his arm, and now completely ignoring Arien. She inspected the green dress for a moment, frowning. If someone had money enough to buy a dress and jewelry to go with it, she would have thought that they would have at least chosen a better pattern for the dress. It was quite hideous. Perhap’s it was the dressmakers fault though, for it seemed that most of the dresses even in this back room were plain, and showed little care in their work.
“The fabric of this is quite atrocious,” she said aloud to Keann. “What kind of gem would you even put to match it? It would stand out horribly.” The woman’s frown began to turn to a scowl.
“And the stitching! It does seem quite loose and uneven,” she added. “Miss…” she was calling to the dressmaker, having forgotten her name. “You might re-inspect your work on this one. The stitching looks loose. And you should have used a different thread than that, this one will not hold up at all.”
Miriel sighed, looking about the room and finally to the dresses that Arien had wished her to look at. “Don’t you have anything else? Your selection is quite small… perhaps you should spend more time working. I was looking for something rather lovely…” the woman frowned.
Faeldor stood back, hardly knowing what to say. He wished that he might leave, for his sister , it seemed, had changed her intent of the visit. She no longer wished to buy a dress, it seemed, but her intentions were now to insult the lady. What rubbish, that it always had to come to this. He hoped the dressmaker and the jeweler would at least think better of them, for he would indeed give them both his own business in the future.
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Post by Keann on Apr 14, 2009 20:34:33 GMT -5
Keann nodded in response to Faeldor's comment. He understood the man was done with him and so he turned his attention on Arien as she pointed him the dress he talked about. He walked to it and very carefully took it in his hands. Good work for sure. He watched the details, caressing the borders with his fingertips, staring at the type of green, thinking of a stone that could match it. He placed it on a table and took out a parchment and started drawing the sketch of a necklace that borrowed the type of patterns embroidered on the dress. With all that work, Keann could only imagine the hours Arien spent to do it. Some people could simply not realize just how much they were asking for.
Keann was lightly uncomfortable when Miriel touched his arm to look at the dress. He forgot for a moment that he was not in his shop. The proximity of someone, even more a woman, had always hard for him to bear. Weird thinking about it that he was working in a domain he had to be with people. But he was usually able at those moments to deal with the mass.
His anxiety grew higher as she commented the dress. He gulped. She was being quite aggressive in her way of describing the dress. He felt it was a very good work. Yes, he was no expert but still, to call it hideous... He looked at Arien, fearing some her reaction and at the girl's brother. Was she always like that? He certainly knew better than them.
As she insulted Arien's work some more, telling her she should work harder, Keann felt courage welling up inside him to speak up. "No way, she's working too hard already!" he exclaimed. He then felt really shy at how bold he had just been. "I mean, she works on her own here. Perhaps this shop isn't the one for your tastes..." he said his voice slowly turning into a whisper.
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Post by Arien on Apr 14, 2009 20:56:38 GMT -5
Arien knew one thing about this girl who could be a possible customer; she hated her. She didn’t like this woman’s attitude at all and especially not the fact that she flirted with Keann freely, in front of her. She felt like slapping her, but she contained herself, trying to look as neutral as possible. After all, she had to pay respect to anyone who walked through her shop, it was the little thing that they deserved, besides, people weren’t willing to pay for someone who is disrespectful to them. It was only natural.
Although, she didn’t like it when the girl dared to give her opinion on her work. How could someone who didn’t even know how to work with their own hands she assumed, could say such things about her dresses! She shot the lady death glares, fuming in the inside but on the outside, not twitching a bit. It was almost scary to see that she looked so…calm and collected in front of someone who was insulting her work freely.
Sappy mouth, she could tie it up with all the material she had under her hands. She was about to reply, but Keann quickly caught her off by…standing up for her. Woah, did she really see that? Or was she koed or hallucinating? She didn’t know. It did surprise her, really. She would’ve never suspect that from Keann at all! It made her feel better a little, but she still got pissed.
“Excuse me miss, but who are you to comment on my work. Have you ever work with your hands before? I doubt highly, have you ever tried to make a dress with your own hands? I’d like to see. I work for my customers with all my heart, to make them happy but this you don’t seem to understand so if you aren’t pleased with my work, I would be pleased with you leaving my shop right now and then.” She said as calmly as she could. There were no ways she would allow someone insult her and her work like this girl was doing. Ah, her blood was so bolding inside of her right now. The one who would’ve already slapped the girl, still showed no signs of planning some things of the sort but inside her mind, many thoughts ran through it.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 14, 2009 21:30:27 GMT -5
Miriel frowned at Arien, and then looked to Keann once more. She could tell that she made the man uncomfortable, but was quite amused by it, so she placed her hand delicately on his shoulder to speak to him, though loud enough for Arien to hear. “Perhaps you’re right, my Lord Keann. I do not think this place does suit my tastes… poor quality, for poor people. Does the poor woman get enough business here even? Oh, I hope she can afford to eat. Faeldor, do run home and pack up a lunch for the girl. I think she is merely hungry…” she grinned at her brother.
“That is quite enough, Miriel,” Faeldor said. He did not want to humiliate his own family in public, but Miriel was giving cause to do such. Still, he held his tongue for the time being. If she continued though, he thought he would either need to leave, or intervene. Miriel would calm herself though, he was quite certain.
Arien’s words though, set the woman off. “I do not need to make a dress with my own hands, because I can afford to buy them. But are you certain you wish me to leave? I would not wish to keep you from the business that you so desperately need to live… Oh, and I thought you wished to make your customers happy? You are sending me out so soon…” She pouted slightly.
Miriel found herself not done with the little shop yet, and was not quite ready to leave… “Keann does the dressmaker work to make you happy as well?” she asked the man suggestively, an eyebrow raised, as she again touched him.
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