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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2015 2:43:55 GMT
The Blossom Festival was a good holiday for business. Singing and dancing added to the romance of the season. While Lia would have preferred to avoid celebrating it, the pull of extra coin and recognition swayed her from skipping it. It wasn’t the worst holiday at least, and even she had to admit that she enjoyed the festivities and romantic atmosphere. In addition, the sight of the Goussel River that time of year was beautiful. She could see why Ai would want to come down for it.
She’d be performing in the evening to entertain couples after the events of the afternoon winded down. Now, she had a few outfits, but she had worn those many times over the course of her stage career. The holidays required something special. Maybe something more eye-catching than her normal attire. Yet, finding such a costume would have taken Lia far too much time to do herself. She tended to get distracted in shopping trips and was far too indecisive. Fortunately for Lia, Creo agreed to come with her.
Standing in a rather small shop, clothing crowds most of the space, making it almost difficult to move. There is an assortment of costume pieces, which varied from flashy to bland. Picking up a white skirt with a gold trim and gold belt, she puts it against her hips. The skirt went to about ankle length. “What do you think?” she asks Creo. She wasn’t sure about this one. Maybe she was being too picky? White was nice, but maybe it was still too boring.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2015 21:02:52 GMT
Creo frowned down at the skirt, lips pursed. She shook her head, looking back to the selection of fabrics. “You wear white too often. It’s popular to look virginal, but everyone will be giving that illusion at the festival. You need to stand out…” her gloved fingers brushed against the bolts of fabric hanging from the walls, thinking.
“Yellows are a no with your skin tone, pinks are too precious with your hair… blues perhaps… or reds…” her finger fell on a bolt of patterned fabric of rich violet and a sly smile grew on her face. She pulled it from the wall and put it over Lia’s shoulder, looking rather pleased with herself.
Since the incident with Rivers, well knowing how illusive her old friend was, Creo had begun to dress more heavily in public, covering her head in elaborately patterned scarves to hide her bright hair. At least she could disguise herself easier in this weather. When spring came, it would be harder. But for now, it was worth it.
“Your look at the ball was popular, you need to capture that image again. You have such an innocent face, it’s more exciting to shock people with more interesting attire.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2015 0:31:38 GMT
Lia looks down at the skirt. She thought it looked kind of nice. However, it was fairly innocent, virginal, and most of all, unassuming. Back to looking, it seemed. “Alright, no white,” she says, putting it back where she found it.
“Or both blue and red,” she says, smiling at the violet bolt of fabric. It was beautiful shade. Or perhaps regal was a better description. Holding it close to her skin, she jokes, “Tell me, do I look like I belong at the castle now?” Rolling the fabric in between her fingers, it seemed comfortable enough. Now, how just much would this run her?
Lia rolls her eyes at the mention of her ballroom dress. “Yes, popular with everyone except the one that it mattered for most. I think the king was more interested in reds. Red wines. Redheads. Too bad, Rivers and I gave pretty damn good performance.” She looks at him questioningly for a few moments before actually asking, “Speaking of him, what did you say that frightened him so much? I don’t believe the version where you came onto him.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2015 4:48:37 GMT
Creo laughed at that, looking over Lia’s hair. “You’re close enough to red. We could dye it, if you’re so inclined. You’d be rather pretty blonde, though.”
She turned her head to look through the fabric again, running her finger along the bolts before settling on a transparent red silk. She pulled the bolt, holding it up to Lia’s face. “Maybe a veil… and hm?” the question of Rivers sent a scowl over her face for a brief moment. She shook her head, finally laughing again.
“Let your friend have his little fantasy. I think he was intimidated. I don’t want men who are frightened of women in my establishment. But I’ll put him under consideration.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2015 18:54:00 GMT
Lia smiles and shakes her head at the suggestion, “There are hundreds of redheads and hundreds of blondes. I think I’ll stay with pink. It sticks out more. However, if I had to choose, I agree that blonde would be better.” She had toyed with the idea in the past.
She looks at veil and considers it. “I thought we weren’t going for modesty though. Besides with the way I dance, they tend be somewhat of nuisance.” It was better if you did slower more stationary forms of belly dance. However, she preferred the more lively versions of the art.
There was definitely something else here, but she isn’t sure what it could possibly be. “He didn’t seem so frightened of women when I talked to him. He’s got a face of a heartbreaker for sure. It seemed like you two had history...” Not that it made much sense if they did, considering he was Fated from about 1000 years in the future. Just the way Rivers reacted to her and spoke about her seemed to suggest some kind of past.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2015 0:38:41 GMT
“True, hm. Maybe as a sash then.”
Creo paused, uncertain of how to explain this. The last thing she wished was to out herself as Fated- that would lead to a whole mess of questions and while she trusted Lia, it was best to keep this to herself. She busied herself with the fabric, placing the red silk back where it belonged.
“He mistook me for someone he knew before.” she looked back to Lia, smiling teasingly. “Do I look like I have a common sort of face? I always thought I was unique looking, myself.” she touched her gloved fingertips to the cool umber toned skin of her cheeks. She patted her skin there before gesturing back to the bolt of purple brocade cloth over Lia’s shoulder.
“Did you like the purple? It’s my treat.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2015 2:36:31 GMT
“Yes, a sash would be good. If we are going with purple, I’d say maybe something silver-ish or black. Or would that be too dark.”
Lia can see that they were playing an interesting game here now. However, one where it didn’t seem like she would get that far. As far, she could tell there were two possibilities. One, Creo was being completely upfront with her. “No, I can’t say I’ve ever met anyone quite like you. And I doubt that would be nearly as fashionable even so.” If that was the case, she would live to be more than 1000 years old. Or two, Creo didn’t want to reveal what was going on.
She looks at the bolt of fabric, and wonders if Creo is trying to bribe her to stop talking about this. It’s expensive fabric, and Lia is forced to admit to herself that she is not immune to this form of bribery, particularly when she isn’t getting very far. “I do like it. Are you sure though? It seems… well, expensive.”
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