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Post by Ayeny Alashia on May 19, 2006 11:51:23 GMT
*Ayeny closes her mouth and enters the hall all the way, turning for a moment to click the door shut behind her. She looks again at who she imagines to be Hesskelter and nods to her, trying not to look as though she's staring.*
I'm- I'm to pick out a dress, *she explains, as though the other has no idea.*
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Post by Robin Redflash on May 19, 2006 17:33:59 GMT
*Robin looks at Melamia shocked for an instant. Her mouth goes wide open in shock. She has never seen the other act like this. Then her eyes give off a strange light and for some reason her mind is laughing and telling her how funny this is. She can't explain it it just is. She closes her mouth and smiles at Melamia and remembers the words of a great beast. If you can't out smart them or out fight them or out insult them, then out charm them. She smiles cordially and a look of serenity and innocence crosses her counternance. She looks almost guilty.* Forgive me fair Melamia. I had no idea I was distressing you so badly. Please, I humbly beg you to forgive me. I will behave myself in a more respectable fashion in the future. Thank you for your kind advice. *She slowly turns, still smiling, and goes down the ladder and heads for the village hall. She makes it as far as the nearest tree and hides behind it. She then promptly puts her head in her paws and bursts out laughing.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on May 21, 2006 17:11:26 GMT
*Terragon hides a snicker with a conviently placed cough.*
*The crazy-furred squirrel approaches. Hesskelter is wearing a long blue smock, paint stains and smudges covering the garment. She beckons, and grins.*
Miz Windwhiffley, yiss? Ah... yiss... Mister Ashia Alanel said you were coming... D'you know Terragon? Very nice, yiss - But always wears fighting clothes... Paint-stains are the new style, y'know... *She adds.*
Anyway... What colours d'you like, Miz Ayenwhiffler?
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Post by Ayeny Alashia on May 21, 2006 17:30:15 GMT
*Ayeny finds her mouth is open yet again and hurriedly covers it with a paw, smothering a laugh. She makes some unassertive noises during Hesskelter's conversation and is silent a moment before realising she was to answer the last question.*
What? Oh, um... purple, light blue, white, green, *Ayeny lists unthinkingly, before adding,* Not all together! Just one or two'll do... um...
*She trails off, bemused.* What do you suggest? *she asks, hoping whatever it is will be free of paint stains.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on May 21, 2006 17:49:57 GMT
*Hesskelter looks Ayeny up and down, with her head on one side. She hums slightly, like some kind of irrating mosquito.*
Light blue... I dunno... Not really appropriate... And white - Traditionally, but bleugh! - Not good... *She makes a disgusted gesture.* Now, deep purple an' green... Those are the colours you'd want... Yiss...
*She pauses a long moment, before muttering, decisively.*
Follow me.
*The odd squirrel charges off, hurrying at a break-neck speed down one corridor then the next, left, right, right, left... Dizzyingly... Until, she halts quite suddenly infront of a door and turns to see if Ayeny is following.*
In here - *She annouces to nobeast in particular.* Is my kingdom...
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Post by Ayeny Alashia on May 21, 2006 18:03:30 GMT
*Ayeny shifts uncomfortably under Hesskelter's unwavering scrutiny, feeling rather like the other's eyes will bore a hole through her and continue staring at the wall.*
*She is in the middle of this thought when Hesskelter dashes off and she finds herself hurrying after her, down a maze of seemingly endless halls, head spinning, nearly slamming into the other as she comes to an abrupt stop. She hears Hesskelter's declaration and is unable to come up with anything to say other than a small,* Ah.
*She certainly does seem to be at home here, she thinks, a moment later.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on May 22, 2006 17:55:37 GMT
*And with that, Hesskleter flings the door open dramatically and sails into the room. The room... Filled with coat rails and dress-maker's stands, pots of paint and lengths of silk, skeins of wool and spools of bright thread, glass sequins and little wooden beads... It's a miracle the odd little squirrel manages to find anything! But she does, and the material is something between cotton and rough silk.*
Silk from the Eastern Dunes... Where Mister Alashnel- *She gets his name wrong again.* Comes from.
*Almost techni-coloured, streaks of every colour of the day running through the long purple sheen. A white, almost flame-like pattern dances up the front.*
Perfect... *Hesskleter whispers.*
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Post by Ayeny Alashia on May 22, 2006 18:06:43 GMT
*Ayeny follows Hesskelter more hesitantly, wondering what sort of outfit she will find in the room beyond. Her hesitance gives way to curiosity, and the different materials- the tools, the threads, the colors!- catch her eye, leaving her twisting her neck like an owl to see it all.*
*The other squirrel stops short as she catches sight of the dress, and finds herself drawn into it, examining every thread, every speck of color, speechless. ...Wow, thinks a breathless Ayeny, so absorbed that she barely hears Hesskelter's satisfaction.*
*A long moment of silence.* It's... amazing.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on May 22, 2006 18:12:15 GMT
OOC: I haven't described it as well as I could... It looks almost like something out of a story. Almost tye-dye and the flame-flower-like pattern almost red-indian, like in what-yer-callit... Pochantus.
BIC:
Good. *Hesskleter replies with an almost smug look. She thrusts the dress at Ayeny, and nods at a side door (almost invisible amongst the collaege (sp?) of colours.* You can change in there, and I'll see you at the party after the formal stuff.
*And with that, she hurries off. Her only parting words are -*
Though if you want some paint stains for a bit o' deco, help yeself!
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Post by Ayeny Alashia on May 22, 2006 18:36:28 GMT
Um... okay... *trails off Ayeny, thinking that the very last thing she would ever do to a dress is add paint-stains. Well... maybe not the very last thing, she amends, catching sight of some other rather strange things in the room before the colors are left behind a wooden door.*
*The reddish squirrel trails a paw along the material marveling at it for a moment longer before she remembers that she should probably get changed and awkwardly does so. The dress is light but not uncomfortable, and when Ayeny catches sight of herself in a mirror, she stares. I look like some exotic princess, she thinks, and indulges her vanity a moment longer before walking back into Hesskelter's workshop.*
*She walks rather slowly into the hall, getting used to the feel of the dress, but walks the rest of the way to the large entrance doors at a normal pace, afraid she will hold up everything else.*
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Post by Robin Redflash on May 22, 2006 19:11:45 GMT
*Robin after taking many deep breaths finally manages to calm herself down and tries not to picture Melamia's face. For is she does she fears she will die laughing. She contents herself with a huge grin. She makes her way over to the village hall, she finds herself humming a tune as she goes. It is one she knows well. It is the tune to we will go home. She begins to quietly sing it to herself.* We will go home We will go home We will go home Across the mountains
She then begins to hum it again. She finally reaches the hall and hopes that their is somebeast inside. She thinks that she'll never know unless she opens the door. She reaches out and, with the smile still on her face, opens the door. When she finds it seemingly empty she calls out.* Hello is anybeast there? Huh. *She mutters the last bit and waits.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on May 25, 2006 18:59:10 GMT
*Terragon hurries up behind Robin, a midnight blue, satin dress clinging to her figure and an enraged look upon her face.*
Ashnel did not tell me I had to wear a dress! *She snaps, scratching at the horrible garment.*
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Post by Ayeny Alashia on May 25, 2006 19:16:41 GMT
*Ayeny stops at the large wood doors and takes a deep breath before opening them and striding outside, blinking against the sudden rush of light. Now what? asks a voice in her head, which she quickly shushes.*
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Post by Robin Redflash on May 26, 2006 16:27:12 GMT
*Robin sees her sister and can't help laughing at the sight of her in the dress. She tries to smother the laugh behind a dusty paw but it only drowns out a small percentage of her happy laugh. Then a thought strikes her. She gulps.* Eh Terragon. *Now all laughter has gone from her.* I don't have to wear one aswell do I? *She looks nervously at her sister and dreads the reply.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on May 27, 2006 8:35:56 GMT
*Terrgon gives Robin a jealous look.* I doubt it.
*She turns to see Ayeny appear out of the village hall. She wonders whether to say something random to break another irratating silence, like "nice weather for the time o' year," "that's a lovely dress, Ayeny. Did Hesskelter give it to you?" But thinks better of it and instead, explains.*
Okay, Ayeny - Melamia and Ashnel (well, mainly Mela, but...) want to run this in a traditional pine grove way. So, when Ashnel arrives, you'll walk up the centre of the village square to tha' archway - See, the one made out o' ivy and liddle flowers. Y'can't miss it... Just there. *She points, unnecessarily.*
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