How much for that Jacket?

[saberlin]

Rilliana had dressed in her finest! A deep royal harper blue dress complete with her painted "pearls" to match. She had pulled her golden hair up and put small braids off of the front and then curled the rest of what was left into a beautiful curled fall of hair down to her lower shoulders on her back. She wore blue dyed boots made out of wherry hide that laced up somewhat like greek sandles making for a very beautiful affect. The cut of the dress was long sleeves that drapped down off to the undersides and the front of the dress taipered from the knees at the front down to just above the floor in the back with a few "Warm" layers underneath. The overall affect was absolutely stunning with her blue eyes that made for a marvelous accent. She carried with her a simple side bag that held a smaller pouch inside of it to hold what few marks she had. After all, if it weren't for the Harper Hall there would be no way she could be dressed as she was. It was the Hall that had furnished her clothing and it was what she had worn to the Canyon Weyr.
Now she was at the Hold of Selenitas and wandering around the Gather Stalls. She didn't know in particular what she was looking for, but she knew she would know it when she saw it. She passed by the smithing stall and turned her head away shaking it a bit. Smithing was far too much of a mans job and craft for there to be anything that she would want. Perhaps a dagger, but then again she hoped that her wits would be enough to get her safely out of most fights. So she continued on. Next was the Silversmith stall, but this time it was not for lack of good quality items... Just marks to supply them with. She didnt know how to sew so the Fabric stall meant nothing to her, though she pinned away longingly at a pair of pants and a very beautifully made shirt and half jacket.

"That would be such a wonderful outfit for a Southern Autumn..."

[glamourie]

[ I have permission from Mussie to post here ^_^ Also, Canyon Weyr doesn't exist here... ]

Aha! A girl. From her knots, a candidate. Spotting her instantly, the woman from the stall spun around and walked up behind her before putting her hands behind her back. She was a tall girl, dark hair tied back in a strict runnertail, eyebrows raised and dressed in her gather finest - though not a gown. She was approaching thirty turns and it showed as she twirled one strand of her brown hair between her fingers. And her name was Lysandra. She settled behind the girl with the candidate marks before leaning forward to look at the outfit that had clearly caught her eye - a finely made set that she herself had a part in, though her partner (likely off at the food stand, the wherry-brain!) had done most of the work on it. A smirk settled on her face. Girls were always the easiest to toy with, primarily because she knew exactly what went through the head of most young women. She was one herself, after all.

"It is lovely, isn't it? The finest fabrics, that jacket. The interior is soft, while the exterior is durable enough not to tear easily. It's light, too, specifically tailored for the climate here in the south, really. The shirt's even nicer. I've one like it, I feel like a Lady Holder when I wear it," Lysandra purred, rocking on the toes of her feet. "Though, really, the pants aren't my favourites. I would have gone for a long skirt with it. Are you interested in buying? You've been looking for quite some time... and it looks as if it would fit you well, with your colouring and all, if you don't mind me saying. Not that your gown isn't wonderful in itself, mind. So..."

Lysandra spun around and stepped back over to the stall before leaning back against one of the posts. A smile was on her face, more welcoming than the smirk, easy-going and friendly. She was hoping she might be able to talk the girl into the entire outfit, and maybe one of the long skirts they were selling, if she was lucky! The jacket really did match skirts better, though Lys herself wouldn't have worn them. She didn't like skirts all that much, nor did she fancy gowns. Just her personal preference, though she'd been told she made excellent ones. There was a reason she was running the fabric stall, after all.