Heart of Dorkness Scourge Thirty-Two - Dressed

Scourge Thirty-Two - Dressed

Scourge Thirty-Two - Dressed

Bianca pauses in front of one shop in particular, her neck straining back as she looks up at the stores na. Its called Garmants, and its probably one of the nicest shops Ive seen in this city.

This is the place? I ask.

It is, Bianca says. Ive heard good things about this store. I havent had all that many opportunities to shop for myself until very lately. Would you mind if we spent so ti here?

I dont see why we would, I say with a grin. Were out here to have fun and relax, right?

Clothes shopping is relaxing? Felix asks.

Es nods. It is. She grabs Felixs hand and tugs her forwards. Co on! Well make you look cute, Felix!

Wait, no, Felix says. I dont wanna look cute. I want to be rugged and tough and badass.

Giggling, I follow after my friends and we barge into the shop proper.

There are all sorts of dresses on racks and carefully carved wooden mannequins in proper poses are standing next to each other, covered in gowns and dresses that trail down to the floor.

A pair of shopkeepers--both young adult won--glance up as we enter, and they imdiately smile and bow in our direction in unison. Welco to Garmants, where our fashion is your weapon.

Bit of a weird slogan.

How can we help you? They both ask in unison.

Bianca brushes down the front of her dress before gesturing to us. My companions and I are looking for new clothes. Specifically sothing to travel in? I like my current dress, but its becoming bedraggled from travel and I think it would be wise to find sothing more appropriate to wear on the road.

The shopkeepers nod, and one of them cos over and guides us to one side of the shop. If the lady doesnt mind the impertinence of asking. How long will you be staying in Castenanda for?

A couple of days. Bianca says.

In that case, we can certainly tailor most garnts that we have to fit. Though it would be difficult to make sothing entirely new in such a short period. Most of our outfits take weeks to sew and cut and perfect.

I nod along, but in reality I have no idea how long it takes to make a dress. I just rely on mom to fill my wardrobe up, mostly. I glance down at my outfit. Its a purple top and beige skirt, the hem of which has a bit of mud caked to it. I think its rather nice. Mom likes adding little touches of embroidery to outfits, usually flowers that have obscure anings in them that no one but so other old god might understand.

I glance up at the dresses on display, and cant help but notice that theyre very different to what Im wearing. More sleek, with less poof to them and a very different style of decoration and lacework.

Am I unfashionable?

I wouldnt mind a new outfit either. I say.

Bianca spins around. Really? she asks. I have this sinking feeling that Ive made a mistake, but I cant quite pin what it was.

Bianca grabs my hand and pulls forwards and closer to the dresses. Alright, we can work with this. Es, you know Valeria well, what would you say fits her style?

Hmm, Es hmms. Well, she usually wears skirts. Ive never seen her wear anything too short though. So very modest. The cloak is a must. I think she sleeps with it.

I dont! I lie. The cloak was a gift from mom. Its real comfy and warm.

Sure you dont, Felix says. I think shes just supporting because she wants to get out of here. For so reason, she never likes it when Es and I play dress up with all of Moms nicer outfits.

So, skirts are a must. Which is fair, most ladies still wear skirts, though loose pants in the style of Iaria are becoming sowhat common. Bianca reaches out to squeeze my bicep. Maybe a loose dress robe? It would give a nice contrast to the skirt. Or... perhaps a doublet?

Arent those for n? I ask.

They have so for won as well, Bianca says. Im tugged along after her and past rows of outfits. Bianca touches a skirt here, or a robe there, feeling the fabric and swishing so things around. I have no idea what shes doing until she starts pointing at so items here and there. Well take that dress to try on. And that vest. The dress robes here as well. Oh, and the blouse there, is that silk?

It is, the shopkeeper says.

Shell try that on too.

Uh, I say. That seems like a lot of trouble, no? I ask. Trying on a bunch of outfits at ho feels different. Im at ho, if I get a stain on sothing or it doesnt fit right, then I can toss it back to the monsters and its all fine. This feels a whole lot more awkward sohow.

By the ti we reach the end of the row, the shopkeeper has her arms full of clothes. Wheres the changing room? Bianca asks.

In the corner, my lady, cos a reply from behind the stack of dresses.

Bianca leads over to the changing room, which is an actual room with a full-length mirror and a bench to sit on, then selects a few things from the shopkeepers arms. Try these on. I see that there are so pins in that basket there. If anything is too loose, just pin it tighter, and if we choose to buy it Im certain they have a seamstress that can do the fitting.

Uh, alright, I say.

Bianca leaves, and Im left with a heap of things to try on.

Maybe this is why Felix doesnt like it when Es and I make her wear things? The sudden lack of agency isnt a great feeling.

But I can endure a bit of bullying if it will make my friends have so fun. With a roll of my eyes I try things on.

When I step out of the room, I find that Bianca is studying a pretty grey dress held up by the other shopkeeper, Ess reading on a bench, and Felix has sohow found a long red scarf that shes trying to the end of her staff.

So, what do you think? I ask as I give them a spin.

Im very much aware that my face isnt covered, nor my eyes for that matter. My pale skin does nothing to hide the blue veins just under the surface. I think theyre really pretty on mom. They make her look mysterious and powerful, but on they look a bit weird. My eyes dont help, being all black and monster-y. I make sure not to et the shopkeepers gaze, but shes making a point not to stare.

Bianca steps over and inspects from top to bottom. No, she says. Not quite right. Co, well try sothing else. Back into the changing room we go, and Bianca pushes another blouse at , along with a dress robe. The skirt can stay, it suits you, I think.

Alright, I say.

Try this, and this, Bianca says as she places things onto the bench. Then she grins at . Youll look incredible, Im sure.

Uh, thanks, I say. I rub at my nose while willing my blush away until Bianca leaves. Youre such an idiot, Valeria, I mutter to myself as I get dressed again.

When I step out this ti, Biancas missing, Ess wearing a pale yellow coat and staring at herself in a mirror, and one of the shopkeepers is trying a red sash around Felixs waist. Hey, Felix says. Oh yeah, that looks good on you. What do you think about this red thing? It matches my staff!

Oh, thanks, and it looks nice. Your jacket too, Es.

Really? Es asks. Bianca tossed it at . I guess its comfortable. I might buy it, it is getting cool at night. She glances at my outfit, then grins. She does have an eye for this kind of thing, huh?

I stare over into one of the mirrors. The outfit has a beige skirt and a brown vest over a silky white blouse. All of that covered by a dress robe that flows down to the sa length as the skirt. I guess so, I say.

Oh, good, Bianca says as she returns. Shes in a blouse and pants of all things, with long boots that stop above the knee. That looks really nice on you. But I think well need a belt or sothing around the waist to pull it all together. Maybe sothing that matches your cloak?

Wont that be too many layers? I ask.

Nonsense! You can never have enough of them. Maybe once were back at the inn I can show you a few different ways to fix your hair. There are so styles that are quite popular around here.

Uh, sure, I say.

I cant help but feel a bit warm in my chest. Weird, I dont think I really need that much positive attention to get by. Maybe its the people Im getting the attention from that matters?

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