Seems it's Time for New Clothes? (Yassia)

[Vailea Ceylan]

There had been little people to come by the shop today, and Vailea found she had not much to do, for she had finished the many projects she was working on just recently. The shop she worked for usually was full of customers, being a quality clothing store but today it was eerily deserted. Her boss had left a few minutes ago, for a lunch break leaving just Vailea and a new worker named Savannah. Vailea sat behind the front counter, quietly reading a novel that was actually quite boring in her opinion. But she had nothing better to do anyways. Perhaps she should work on cleaning up the shop, but that was Savannah's job. She sighed heavily and glanced up from her book, noticing the young girl sorting through some custom dresses. She had pasty white skin and curly auburn hair that draped long past her slim shoulders. "Savannah..." Vailea began, staring back down at the book, a lock of soft brown hair slipping from behind her ear, "Boss said to clean the shop, not fawn over all the fancy dresses." Vailea stated firmly, still reading the book that somehow kept her attention, despite it's poor content. Anything was better than staring at an empty shop at the moment though. Her thin fingers placed the hair back behind her ear and she leaned forward, resting her face upon her awaiting palm.

After a good few minutes, Vailea frowned and tossed the book onto the other end of the counter. Where was everyone on such a fine day? She drummed her fingers impatiently against the firm oak and watched as Savannah worked. I guess I could at least make myself useful.... Vailea suddenly stood from the chair. She glided over the polished floor, and grabbed a rag from the backroom. Vailea carefully swiped away the dust that inhabited the store, taking her precious time. The musty smell of the place finally got to Vailea, tempting her to open a few windows. She clicked the latch and pulled it up, breathing in the fresh air. Outside there was not a soul to be seen. Shaking her head, Vailea turned back around and headed into the storage room, carefully choosing a royal blue silk and a fine white lace that each stretched fairly far. A dress did take quite a bit of fabric, after all. She began cutting the fabric into pieces when the door swung open.

And there entered a young woman. "Hello, there. How may I help you?" Vailea's tone was welcoming and she nodded in respect. At first the woman appeared to be a common traveler, but the elegance in which she presented herself was that of a higher class. Yes.... This woman before her was definitely royalty. She had to be. "Please excuse me.... But may I ask whom you are, ma'am?" she questioned her the woman. Vailea's ivy green irises met with her's and Vailea smiled, almost apologetically. Looking her clothes over, she could definitely tell why she was here. They were mud stained and torn, but not too horribly. Still, one would need somewhat decent clothes to wear..... "Time for new clothes, is it not?"

[Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha]

The good thing about finding a relative that hadn’t known about your existance for all his life and was overjoyed – in his own silent way – to finally know you was that he also might be generous concerning a few things a lady of Yassia’s status simply needed – such as clothing most importantly. It was not like she didn’t cherish the dress Romily had lended her, in fact she cherished it too much for that matter and this sentiment combined with the fact that the gown was simply too splendid to be worn on an everyday basis, even for a princess left Yassia in dire need of other dresses. She couldn’t very well walk around with her worn out and stained riding dress that had been on her ever since she landed on Albion’s shores every single day and put shame not only on her name but on the name of the country she represented as well.

But thanks to Leon this was no concern not to be easily remedied, he had given her a little something that would last for at least two gowns being made if she didn’t voice too extravagant wishes, which was so not what Yassia was aiming for. They should be representable but plain enough so she didn’t look like she was attending a feast on a daily basis. As for the colors and the cut – well there she would have to rely on the seamstress’ experience, but she had asked around and found the shop she was now heading towards to be well prepaired for her needs.

Blinking a little and opening her eyes wider, Yassia tried to adjust to the lesser light in the room she just had entered, taking a cautious look around. There was a counter and a rich outlay of custom dresses, from wealthier servant dresses to costly attires fit for merchant wives or even lower nobility, but custom was nothing the princess was looking for. She needed a dress specifically adjusted to her wishes and needs and pre-made gowns just wouldn’t do, after all she had the money to pay for such luxury!
A young woman approached her now, she was probably around Yassia’s own age, but she seemed to run the store, or at least had the confidence to make it appear this way. All the business-woman, she immediately asked if Yassia needed any assistance, but her behaviour changed somewhat when she took in Yassia’s obvious regality. This certain kind of posture and attitude she simply had been born with had been difficult to hide on her journey, but now she simply saw no need to anymore. A queen born and bred could always appear a queen, even wearing rags.

“Greetings to you, miss”, she began and bowed her head the tiniest bit in acknowledgment. “I am Princess Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha, and I am in need of a few new dresses, hoping of your assistance in this matter.”
A little taken aback by the woman’s obvious boldness, Yassia blinked and shifted a little as she was so blatantly examined. Knowing eyes for sure, the eyes of a seamstress realising her craft was direly needed, but that still was a little impertinent in the princess’ eyes. She had come to know the people of Albion to be a bit more outspoken than perhaps her own people would be, but this was clearly toeing a line even for these standards. But she bit back her annoyance, only her slightly thinner smile revealed a little of how she felt right now. “It is indeed time”, she replied somewhat sternly. “A few unfavorable circumstances caused me to lose my entire wardrobe save this riding dress, but I was assured here I would be treated with most respect and aptitude.” The little dig had been intended, though it was not fuelled by ill will.

[Vailea Ceylan]

Vailea had done it again, she had simply blurted out something without thinking. She bobbed a curtsey and her gaze shifted to the clothing rack behind Princess Yassia. It was only fair to introduce herself, was it not? "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Vailea...At your service, ma'am." She was not one with greetings and addressing people, always making so something treacherous for both herself and the other. She would apologize for speaking out, but what would she say? No, best to keep her mouth shut for the moment. The princess did not show any sign of annoyance, but Vailea knew she most surely was. Who wouldn't be? Her eyes shifted back to Princess Yassia and she listened intently. "I apologize for your unfortunate luck." She said in a respectful manner. "We will most certainly be able to help though, and quickly fufill your needs." Vailea added quickly, her bright eyes softening from their usual harsh effect. "...but I was assured here I would be treated with most respect and aptitude.” Vailea's eyes met with Yassia's, and she swiftly shifted her gaze downward again. "Of course, ma'am. Nothing but." So the princess knew how to bite back, Vailea's true intentions or not.

"So..." Vailea started glancing around the store."How may I be of service, Princess Yassia? We can make custom clothing, or something pre-made.... Anything of your choice, ma'am." She smiled in a friendly manner and gazed at the princess, awaiting her answer.



(Notes~ SO so so sorry for the wait. Life got a little hetic. >.< Anyways, really short, sorry. I'd improve it and add a little more, but I'd like to get the thread back on track.)

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[Vailea Ceylan]

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[Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha]

Though it had taken a few seconds, now the girl’s manners seemed to kick in, Yassia observed with an inward smile. Granted, she was not the regal sight she usually had about her, as her riding gown truly was in a sorrow state, she could not readily assume anyone would guess her status, even more so as she was a foreigner to every observant eye. If it didn’t show in her olive skin tone and her brown/seagreen eyes, it certainly would become evident in her speech. She was fluent in the language of her mother, but she still added that certain trill to some consonants.
And anyway, she had come here to ask for new clothes being made, not to boss anyone around. That woman might be her inferior, but that didn’t mean Yassia had any right to treat her without respect on her own accord. She had never believed in such a way of consulting with commoners.

So she put on a kind and open face and nodded to Vailea’s statements. “A pleasure to meet you as well, Miss Vailea. I thank you for your kind words and I have no doubt that your tailor shop will suit my needs just fine!”
She wasn’t here to make enemies, after all,and happy people, people who liked to serve you were prone to do better work and do it with a smile on their faces. It might not be her prime concern if the lower classes were happy, that much of an aristocrat she truly was, but they needn’t be unhappy instead. There was some space in between those two extremes, right?

The princess didn’t need to ponder about Vailea’s next question for more than just a second. Pre-made? Of course not! She might be vain, but even that put aside, anything that was not custom clothing simply would not do! Not for someone of her status! Even more so as she was in a foreign country, she needed to look the part as well. She represented more than just her own interests by being here, she represented her whole kingdom, and everything she did or did not would inevitably come back on the view the Camelotians had of Ailantha. It was a hard burden to shoulder sometimes, but then again it would only be helpful and steel her for her future as queen, where she was under even more surveillance than she had ever been as princess!

”Oh, I think custom clothing will be best!” she told Vailea, not showing any of the thoughts that had been racing inside her head in the short few moments that had passed. “I don’t know much about Camelotian fashion, but I’ve seen some models at the castle already I found very nice. Can you help me with that, Miss Vailea?”