Shambelian Blood : Nov 22, 2007
From FiranMUX
Garmon sits behind the counter with a moment to breathe as he looks up
to see the shopkeeper open the door. He bows with a small smile and
says, "Oh, My Lady. Do come in." He doesn't have to be told who the
woman is as she is part of the Teranzik family now, he knows these
things. He motions for her to come in and pulls out a stool for her to
sit, "Have a seat if you will. Make yourself comfortable."
Emma is up early or late, depending on one's outlook; though for her part she looks generally unrested as she makes her way into the shop. Nodding once to the shopkeep that greets her, she saves a more polite greeting for Garmon: a tense, closed-lipped smile and a slightly deeper dip of her head. "Mer Garmon, thank you," she murmurs, her voice a crackle. Settling in upon the seat she has been shown, she instructs the guard that is holding a rather squirmy and angry looking spaniel to go outside. "Let Daggertooth down outside, she's going to bite you if you keep her like that, and we don't need her running wild and tearing things up in here." With a grunt, she turns her head towards the clothier. "I am in need of an outfit. A tunic, a cloak, and some boots. Perhaps a sword belt, too," she explains.
Garmon nods his head and says, "Well, why don't you tell me what you have in mind then, My Lady and we can see how we might be able to accommodate your needs for such things." He watches the dog and the guard leave, which what appears to be a quite relieved look upon his face. He smiles towards Emma though and says, "We will need to get your measurements and of course your preferences in material and style. Perhaps colors you are more prone to as well, My Lady."
"I do not like to bother with unnecessary frills, though the tunic should not hang like it does on a man," Emma replies, considering as she explains. "It should look attractive enough for my Lord husband not to complain... to much." She smirks at this, then goes on. "As for the material, it should be silk, and I can supply enough for a tunic, I do think. The color... well, I rather enjoy white myself... perhaps with dark blue accents? Teranzik colors. I have many outfits that celebrate my Gold Dragon heritage, I suppose it would be good to branch out a bit."
Garmon nods his head taking mental notes as she speaks before pulling out scroll and quill to write things down. "I will be sure to remember such details." he writes down the order and thus stands putting the quill down for a moment. He looks to be quite confident in the way he carries himself and says, "So you want a silk tunic that is more feminine in style than a normal tunic and thus making it fit accordingly." He nods his head, "I do say that would be a good idea." He moves from around the counter with a knotted rope in hand. "If you don't mind, My Lady, we will need to get your measurements." He gives her a smile and a motion to stand for him.
Standing, Emma eyes Garmon narrowly. "Be careful. I know this is your job, but... I am not overly fond of people I am not very familiar with touching me," she warns him. Indeed, her entire body seems to tense up with the looming prospect of gathering measurements. Bracing erself, she adds, "Oh, and one thing. On the tunic... please, no ribbons. I do not like ribbons. That falls under 'unnecessary frills."
Garmon chuckles and gives her a nod. "I will make sure that there are no ribbons. I don't much care for the ribbons myself." He holds up two fingers to demonstrate, "My fingers are too big for the dainty little things." he shakes his head and says, "I promise, it won't hurt a bit." He pulls the rope out to full length and says, "I will simply need measurements for here..." He points and doesn't touch her shoulders, "Here." He lowers his hand slightly, "And here." He gives her a demonstration hovering over her hips. He adds, "I think we can start from the top and work our way down. I haven't had a complaint yet that it should be painful."
Emma frowns somewhat, shifting her weight uncomfortably. "Pain I can endure, Mer. It is... a stranger's hands on my body that I cannot. But I am sure you will mind yourself," she says, sucking in a breath. "Do begin, let us get this part over with. Tell me if I must lift my arms or somesuch." Yes, she's been fitted before. Likely for frilly things, given her adamant grumblings against such atrocities.
Garmon nods his head, doing is best to keep his demeanor more professional than his normal jovial self. He takes a step forward, wrapping the knotted rope from shoulder to shoulder around her body. His only touch is the rope on her shoulders and two fingertips to hold it in place. He leans around to count the knots and nods before turning back to write the measurements down. He looks at her and says, "If you can lift your arms My Lady we will be done before you know it." And by the looks of it, the older Mer is quite uncomfortable himself with her being fitted as he does his very best to make sure she is quite comfortable.
The ball of tense nerves lifts her arms up jarringly. They remain straight in the air, her fingers splayed out in a way that would very likely be comical if Emma didn't look so completely uncomfortable in this position. The remaining guard is particularly attentive at this juncture, though by his expression he doesn't seem to think the noblewoman is in any danger of being groped by the older man. But he is vigilant, because the Teranzik is likely in need of that sort of assurance.
Garmon carefully takes the rope from one side of her chest to the other, never really making notice of the actually front of her bosom. He simply keeps a fingertip to the side under her arm and wraps the rope around the back and towards him again in the front. He smiles with a bit of reassurance perhaps as he makes a quick note of the knots and then lets the rope fall from her again. "We have one more to go and you will be all done." he has an almost fatherly air about him with all people he meets and his green eyes sparkle with that look of hope for keeping the Lady comfortable at all times. He goes about wrapping the rope about her hips, again, keeping to the sides and when finished he writes the measurements down and motions for her to take a seat. He bustles to the back of the counter and says, "Now, My Lady, that we have that out of the way, tell me, do you wish to have simple accents of deep blue on white, or some sort of detail work, not so much frills, but something besides simple bands of color? Which is the preference you like?" With Xamori in her family, who knows what the woman might like to have embellished on the tunic of no frills.
Emma lets out a deep sigh as the measurements are concluded, and she eases up somewhat at Garmon's fatherly air. Moving back to the stool, she reseats herself and considers the tailor's question. "Perhaps... hmm. Perhaps an image along the hem of the tunic of a warrioress with a sword, cleaving into the head of a shamibelian. With blood spurting. It could even have /red/ accents, to emphasize that fact." Emma nods thoughtfully, then peers at Garmon hopefully. "What do you think of that? If it's subtle, I'm sure it could still remain... feminine enough." Uh huh.
Garmon listens to the suggestions with a very open mind. His head bobs for a bit, at the warrioress part and then the cleaving of the shamibelian and the blood and the spurting, he stops. The man leans against the counter to perhaps give a small voice to the woman, "Well, My Lady, I think that is a very unique idea, you would surely be the talk of the city." He pauses and gives the woman a slight shake of his head and pulls out swatches of blue and red and then the white, laying them on top of one another as a demonstration, "However...I don't believe it would flatter your best features. I don't believe that red of any color is exactly your best color," he holds it up to her arm to give her a comparision, "However, I think that you need a simple design, perhaps against the shoulders and the hem line, in this color," He pulls out a nice deep blue and says, "With perhaps subtle hints of a more vibrant blue. Not a lot, just enough to make it pop." he says with an enthusiastic clap of the hand.
Emma looks disappointed that her suggestion didn't go over well, but the tailor's explanation seems to convince her well enough. Not like /she/ knows anything about flattering colors and whatnot. At the clap of hands, she blinks, then grins tightly. "Pop? I... think I see what you mean. That sounds... nice enough, I suppose." She nods once, picking at some embroidery on her stola (she probably shouldn't /do/ that).
Garmon nods his head and say, "I don't think you are the type of woman who wish to have the city talk about your in an unflattering way, and any hint of red can cause an uproar in the city especially among nobles so I hear." He makes that the excuse for no blood spattered tunics. He watches the woman pick at the embroidery and motions, "You might want to be careful with that, if the stitches are not tight they will come loose, and I wouldn't think you would want to have a stola that looks like rags." he winks at her though as he has a daughter with the same demeanor as Emma and seems to take well to more 'handsome women'. He motions to Emma and says, "Now, do you have any other questions or instructions? Perhaps you have other preferences that you would like to share before I get started? Perhaps.." He pauses, "Matching hairpins? Or some other such jewelry to match?"
Emma considers, tilting her head to the side. "I... well. I already have these," she indicates the hairpins nestled in her sandy locks, unassuming and of a similar design to her wedding necklace. "I don't see why I would need any more," the handsome woman continues, likely solidifying Garmon's suspicions about her preferences when it comes to fashion and the such. "I generally do not wear a lot of jewelry. It gets in the way. Of everything."
Garmon nods his head and says, "Well, of course, we will work with what you do like. You are after all paying for it. However, I do want to ensure that every person who leaves this shop, feel FABULOUS." he nods his head towards her and says, "Now, since you are a Teranzik and of the family of my Lady Sponsor, I must tell you that your price will be discounted and of course, your name will be on the top of the list, why when do you need this outfit?"
Emma smiles another tense smile at Garmon, apparently she isn't capable of much else by way of pleasant expressions. "Oh, that is kind of you. There is no particular date for the outfit. It is not for any specific function or occasion... it's just that I only have one other tunic and it's rather.. Dragon-y." She shrugs tightly, then turns her eyes towards the door.
Garmon moves to make his way to the door with a smile, "Well, then we will certainly see what we can do for you in a timely manner, you just send over the silk cloth for me and I will start it right away." He motions to the door and says, "I can tell you are a very busy woman, adn I don't wish to keep you any longer, please let me know if you wish to add or take away from the outfit in anytime. I will send it by for your approval shortly."
Emma stands from the stool, following Garmon towards the door. "My thanks, Mer Garmon. I will send the cloth as soon as I get home." She gives yet another close-lipped smile, and with a dip of her head, she heads out.
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