Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2017 4:30:16 GMT
Art of the Dress
Thread PL: 600
OOC: There we go. Sorry for the wait!
Pieter Wolfbane
“Keep close, dear.” Victoria’s silky, mature, sophisticated voice warned. It held that warning tone of a watchful mother.
“Yes, mummy.” Responded Rosie, whose voice was laced with a dragging aspect to it. That of a child who was being dragged from store to store thanks to an overbearing guardian.
Which, in fact, was precisely what was happening.
Rosie, as per her mother’s request, scooched over closer. Victoria, as they walked through Ginger Town, did her best to lean over her daughter and keep the light drizzle away. Above the two of them was a grand parasol, of black lace design and several layers of what seemed to be a thin veil of cloth. Somehow no water seemed to permeate the thinly porous material — that was Victoria’s doing. Through magic she made sure that her daughter and herself would remain dry; the parasol was just a flimsy cover up for the invisible barrier above them.
Rosie had grown tired by now; the two of them had been at this for what felt like hours. Walking around from store to store, browsing about for ‘quality fabrics’. If it wasn’t for the fear of disappointing her mother Rosie wouldn’t ever have signed up to be a part of that dumb school dance. All this walking was starting to hurt her feet. It didn’t help that her mother was so tall! With Victoria's long legs Rosie had to struggle to keep up, especially when she was so excited and walked so fast.
“Muum, sloow doowwn.” Rosie whined, bumping her shoulder up against Victoria’s thigh. A brush to remind Victoria that her companion wasn’t of the same able-bodied fortitude.
Victoria, now realizing she was too caught up in her dress-making planning to allow her daughter to keep up, began to slow her pace.
“Oh, my apologies sweetie. Mum is a just tad bit too engaged with all this... You’ll have the most dazzling dress in that entire event, mark my words!” Victoria’s voice began to climb steadily, “your elegance will be so radiant that for the next THOUSAND YEARS THEY WIL--”
“Mom,” Rosie’s voice cut through to Victoria’s own, “You’re doing that weird thing again.”
Victoria pursed her lips, clearing her throat as she regained her composure. “Sorry.”
Rosie shook her head, taking a moment of solace to appreciate the much slower pace they proceeded so far. If it wasn’t for the bad weather Rosie might actually be enjoying herself, but unlike her mom, she didn’t enjoy rainy days all that much. The daughter rose her head, craning it up so she could peek up at her mother.
“What are we even looking for again? I thought you said you liked the ‘cut of their cloth’ on the last store, mummie…”
Victoria slowly nodded, “True, darling; I did. But, you see, I might be able to find cloth of even better quality if I search just a little harder.”
Rosie let out a sigh, doing her best to keep in good spirits.
“Why did we have to leave the city? They have a lot more stores there.”
“Also true, but out of the way communities always hold the utmost quality when it comes to non-electronic goods. Family business and life-long careers in a field yield results no machine could replicate.”
Rosie’s big bluish gray eyes settled down on the sidewalk, her face scrunching up a little as she tried to make sense of the big words her mother used. She understood the gist of her argument — or so she thought… But she still thought this was too much work just for a silly old dress.
Thread PL: 600
OOC: There we go. Sorry for the wait!
Victoria Grace D'Avoire | Nicolette Rose D'Arvoire |
“Keep close, dear.” Victoria’s silky, mature, sophisticated voice warned. It held that warning tone of a watchful mother.
“Yes, mummy.” Responded Rosie, whose voice was laced with a dragging aspect to it. That of a child who was being dragged from store to store thanks to an overbearing guardian.
Which, in fact, was precisely what was happening.
Rosie, as per her mother’s request, scooched over closer. Victoria, as they walked through Ginger Town, did her best to lean over her daughter and keep the light drizzle away. Above the two of them was a grand parasol, of black lace design and several layers of what seemed to be a thin veil of cloth. Somehow no water seemed to permeate the thinly porous material — that was Victoria’s doing. Through magic she made sure that her daughter and herself would remain dry; the parasol was just a flimsy cover up for the invisible barrier above them.
Rosie had grown tired by now; the two of them had been at this for what felt like hours. Walking around from store to store, browsing about for ‘quality fabrics’. If it wasn’t for the fear of disappointing her mother Rosie wouldn’t ever have signed up to be a part of that dumb school dance. All this walking was starting to hurt her feet. It didn’t help that her mother was so tall! With Victoria's long legs Rosie had to struggle to keep up, especially when she was so excited and walked so fast.
“Muum, sloow doowwn.” Rosie whined, bumping her shoulder up against Victoria’s thigh. A brush to remind Victoria that her companion wasn’t of the same able-bodied fortitude.
Victoria, now realizing she was too caught up in her dress-making planning to allow her daughter to keep up, began to slow her pace.
“Oh, my apologies sweetie. Mum is a just tad bit too engaged with all this... You’ll have the most dazzling dress in that entire event, mark my words!” Victoria’s voice began to climb steadily, “your elegance will be so radiant that for the next THOUSAND YEARS THEY WIL--”
“Mom,” Rosie’s voice cut through to Victoria’s own, “You’re doing that weird thing again.”
Victoria pursed her lips, clearing her throat as she regained her composure. “Sorry.”
Rosie shook her head, taking a moment of solace to appreciate the much slower pace they proceeded so far. If it wasn’t for the bad weather Rosie might actually be enjoying herself, but unlike her mom, she didn’t enjoy rainy days all that much. The daughter rose her head, craning it up so she could peek up at her mother.
“What are we even looking for again? I thought you said you liked the ‘cut of their cloth’ on the last store, mummie…”
Victoria slowly nodded, “True, darling; I did. But, you see, I might be able to find cloth of even better quality if I search just a little harder.”
Rosie let out a sigh, doing her best to keep in good spirits.
“Why did we have to leave the city? They have a lot more stores there.”
“Also true, but out of the way communities always hold the utmost quality when it comes to non-electronic goods. Family business and life-long careers in a field yield results no machine could replicate.”
Rosie’s big bluish gray eyes settled down on the sidewalk, her face scrunching up a little as she tried to make sense of the big words her mother used. She understood the gist of her argument — or so she thought… But she still thought this was too much work just for a silly old dress.