Festival of Halina: Adventurers Gone Wild! (Orsal Judging)


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Bront said:
As you walk through the east field, you see a Kitara offering an odd juice made from figs, a dwarf selling beer battered beef balls from beer fed bulls, and a gnome who's showing people how to play an odd game with rocks and a wooden board with holes in it.
Oirhandir had no need for any of these things. But he scanned Scarlet's face for signs of interest in the sights and smells of the festival, ready to investigate anything that caught her fancy.
 

Scarlet is lingering at the fig juice, which seems to have piqued her interest. Carsis is examining the rock game, occasionaly nodding as he tries to follow as the gnome explains it to a freefolk couple.
 

Elise leaves the changing area, somehow looking older and taller than when she entered. Smiling wide, she executes a turn fabric following closely behind.

If one would expect a dress, or a robe of some kind, one would be surprised.

It starts with a simple enough, and pleasing enough pants suit. A light fabric, light silvery in color. Unique in itself, though missing much without the coat. The coat, a long sleeved coat with supple fabric, in the shade of a light and regal purple. It's shade alining with the pants shirt perfectly. It’s style reminisce of the Ring masters, tails reaching to just below the knee, albeit open in the front and missing many of the tacky frills.

She stands comfortably, in something that might be better pictured on a male, she smiles awaiting Valdor’s judgement. Her eyes already tell of how much she likes it.

After her words with Valdor and his adjustments if necessary, Elise will try on the rest of the lot, looking uncomfortable in the beautiful dresses, and remarking about how wonderful the robes were. None of the rest, as masterful as they were, would grab her like the coat.

OOC:[sblock] Stupid, my lack of fashion sense. Also a hurricane is on its way to my area, I may disappear for a few days or the hurricane my dissipate by the time it gets to me, I don't know, but fair warnings and all that.[/sblock]
 

Valdor walks around Elise, examining it. "Elegent, stylish, unique, and perhaps a bit agressive. I think it suits you perfectly." He put a few pins and makes a few adjustments and the pants and coat fit much better.

After Elise tries a few more on, most of which he's complimentry of. A few he doesn't like how they compliment your figure, but he says it's the dress, and he wasn't expecting success with everything. Again, when you're done, he has you try on the pant suit and coat again.

"You look lovely Elise. If you'd like, I can have it taylored tonight and it's yours tomorow."
 

"O, thankyou Valdor" Giving him a hug "Thankyou so much" Elise then moves off to don her old clothes, taking great care to fold Valdors design as well as possible. She exits slowly clothes in hand, as she looks around to see if the wedding girls are back yet
 

Valdor smiles and hugs Elise "Thank you for being such an elegant and cooperative model."

Indeed, Daphnie returns with her two friends, almost on que, and Valdor goes about mesuring them. Once he's done he says "If you can stop back in 2 days, we can make the final alterations, though I'll have Elise's dress done tomorow, so you can make sure you like them then."

Daphnie smiles "Thank you Lord Valdor. I'm sure the dresses will be perfect." Turning to Elise "Did you need me for anything else or should I leave the two of you alone?"
 
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"I think we've done enough for today Daphnie, Though I should be getting back to my friend's they'll want to know how the planning is going...." turning toward Valdor "Will you be free later tonight? Maybe after dinner?"
 


Bront said:
Scarlet is lingering at the fig juice, which seems to have piqued her interest.
Noticing Scarlet's interest in the juice, Oirhandir approached the vendor. "Good day, sir", he said. Noticing that he resembled the merchant who had sold him his haversack a few days earlier, he asked, "Say, you wouldn't happen to know a Mr. Morando, would you? Short fellow, favors you a bit, sold me this haversack the other day." After waiting for a reply and discussing Morando a bit (and doing his best to divine the little cat-man's name), Oirhandir asked about the fig juice. "So tell me, does this have any properties besides being a refreshing drink on pleasant autumn day?" Oirhandir was inclined to purchase some for himself and for Scarlet, provided there was no reason to be suspect of the concoction.
 

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