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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Oct 16, 2020 20:23:06 GMT
A fine haberdashery (it is a hat shop, K)
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Oct 16, 2020 20:26:52 GMT
Bryndamere was a far different type of city than Bastion, even ignoring that it was smaller and inland rather than on the coast. Justine had been there before, but only in the outskirts. It was a novelty to walk down the street in a nice dress and petticoats rather than barely-serviceable woolens.
She decided to buy something she didn’t need. Something inconsequential. Something that would be purely for her own vanity. Silvia had a hat; jaunty with feathers. Something a bit quieter, perhaps a little more practical would do well for Justine. Fashionable, with ribbons, but practical.
She entered a haberdashery on the high street.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2020 20:35:28 GMT
Mick’s Haberdashery is a store three hundred years old, owned by the same family for more than living memory. Hundreds of increasingly elaborate hats adorn the walls, price tags once unthinkable now mere pocket change to the noblewoman. A tall, gaunt man in his thirties bows to her. “Ma’am,” he said politely, “don’t hesitate to ask about any of our chapeaus. I’m Mick,” he grinned, “the Eighth.”
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Oct 16, 2020 21:14:13 GMT
She caressed one with a pheasant feather and orange ribbons that could be described as pumpkin spice. “I’m Justine...the first.” She smiled at him. “What do you think would suit me? Something in red? Nothing too elaborate or too frilly. I’m traveling.” She touched another, so large as to look ridiculous, “I’m going to Edysse so perhaps also something to impress.”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2020 21:19:53 GMT
The hatmaker looked her over and hmmed a moment. “Edysse...” he muttered as he sifted through several. “Yes yes...red. The dangerous color, for those showing that they are not to be underestimated....I have just the one.” He left and returned with a red velvet chapeau with a small amount of golden trim and a dashing curl on one side. “I think this shall suit,” he said.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Oct 16, 2020 21:26:25 GMT
She tried it on, wishing she could see it in a mirror. It was perhaps the most extravagant and useless thing she had ever considered purchasing in her life. She imagined it looked quite fetching with her black hair and pale skin. “I think I like it. Do the other colors mean something as well? I want to look like I belong there. Like I can hold my head up among the other nobles and not be laughed out of the room.”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2020 21:40:15 GMT
The man nodded. “In Edysse, White usually means you’re...let’s say single, purple is for those who seek to call attention to themselves, but green and blue are the safe colors. Never wear black. The Emperor greatly dislikes the color black I hear.”
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Oct 16, 2020 21:44:15 GMT
She removed the hat and turned it in her hands . “Then perhaps something in green or blue...I want to stand out, but not too much. I’d like to impress the emperor actually. If Mr Thornheart actually manages to get an audience.”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2020 21:49:40 GMT
The man looked about. “The court doesn’t get impressed by safe,” he admitted. “I think red will make sure you’re noticed, purple is probably too much and I’ve no idea of the state as stands with you seeking company.” He pointed to a nice blue hat. “But you could always buy two,” he said with a grin.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Oct 17, 2020 0:23:06 GMT
She put the red one back on. "Then I will get this one. And probably some new dresses. I usually go for practicality over fashion...Bastion has largely cured me of that, however."
"Have you ever been to the capitol?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2020 4:05:39 GMT
“Of course,” the hat maker said. “I do private contracts there all the time. It behooves a craftsman to spread the word of his talents himself, you know. And Edysse is ever hungry for new gossip and trendy fashion. You’ll make a splash I suspect. The hat is ten gold,” he said offhandedly. Fashion wasn’t ever cheap. “If you need a tailor I suggest Lilia Green. She’s only a few buildings down.”
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Oct 17, 2020 4:33:01 GMT
"Alright. And I guess I'll get the blue one too. Couldn't hurt, I don't think." She paid him and turned to go. "Thank you for the recommendation. I'll head there a little later on. Not sure how long I'll be in the city before we move on." She gave him a little wave as she left, carrying the two large hatboxes a little awkwardly.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2020 19:11:00 GMT
As she’s walking down the street with her new hats, she sees a business with two heavily armed guards at the entrance and a sign on the wall that says “Distennian Mining Company” on it. Otherwise little else piques her interest.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Oct 17, 2020 21:11:18 GMT
As she’s walking down the street with her new hats, she sees a business with two heavily armed guards at the entrance and a sign on the wall that says “Distennian Mining Company” on it. Otherwise little else piques her interest. Justine tilted her head. She knew the name from Ceutinde and Silvia. Clearly the fellow had quite the reach with his business. She shifted the boxes in her arms as she drew closer. “Hello,” she said brightly to the guards. They were perhaps more armed than one would think for just standing at a door. “Is this a shop? I’ve already spent more than I should today...but what’s a little more?” |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2020 21:45:52 GMT
The guards both look at her and the shorter one grunted. “Gold and gems from over the seas,” he said. “And more exotic treasures too.” He looked like a perpetually annoyed sort. “But it’s more for wholesalers and investors, less so for pretty ladies.”
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