Post by maeglhachel on Apr 21, 2017 13:56:31 GMT -5
A short-haired red-headed woman rushes into Yuppa’s shop a little out of breath and upset, and blurts out a story about how that costume that she had bought just a few days ago has been misplaced or maybe stolen, how it urgently needs to be replaced before the dress rehearsal, and how lovely it had been and befitting the role, before and after and in between exchanging greetings and friendly hugs with the seamstress. When Yuppa finally gets to work, the other woman unwinds a little, sits down nearby, and watches smiling in admiration as the missing outfit gets recreated. The women chat about this and that, fashion in Suzail and other parts of the country, and Tarithel winks and promises to mention that Yuppa made two of the costumes for the play.
"Hah," Tarithel chortles, merrily. "You don’t want your name to be associated with that motley thing? Don’t be silly," the red-head giggles. "Oh," she raises her eyebrows suggestively in time with her right index finger. "Think about that catalogue, though. I’m sure that’d create some good business for you. If you need somebody to model for you." She grins and wiggles her brows.
Hours later, when the sharp courtier’s suit in fine blue and gold is done, has been tried on and paid for handsomely, Tarithel tucks it into her bag carefully and promises to take better care of it, this time.