Who

Idara, Karysha

What

Karysha comes to visit Southern hoping to run into someone from her past, but ends up meeting Idara and the two seem to have some things in common

When

It is afternoon of the first day of the fourth month of the sixteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Craft Shops, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 12 Feb 2019 05:00

 

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"I adore the colour of your dress. Where did you get the fabric?"


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Craft Shops

Every day is Turn's End, deep within the sheltering stone of Southern's craft shops, for nigh every material desire may be sated by the contents of the merchants which have settled here… if one has the marks to spare. Elements of the garden terrace roam within, freshening the air, while skylights above vie with glows set clever along the bottom edges where walls meet floors. Towards the entrance are vendors suitable for most common purchases; but as those ascend towards the graceful walk of the Harper's Solarium farther within, the shops grow luxurious in taste, and far more rich in necessary expense.


Having acquired a number of new dresses and other accoutrements in preparation for the upcoming winter, Idara hasn't yet finished her shopping spree. Though she and Ginger have since returned to the Weyr, there are still places where one can spend a pretty mark if they want to, and Idara wants to. Especially now she has the beginnings of a new wardrobe that needs accessories. Drifting along the craft shops, she pauses at a stall with jewellery on display, examining a necklace that bears a rather too-large blue stone. The stall owner is singing its praises, commenting on the quality of the jewel and the cut, but Idara listens with only half an ear as she lifts the necklace to examine it closer. With the weather outside unpleasant, she's not the only one who has opted to stay inside, and the place has a number of shoppers around.

And one of those numbers is a certain Steen girl come to visit Southern Weyr thanks to her cousin who just happens to be Igen's Weyrleader. Karysha has begged rides on a few occasions from H'rik in the last Turn, but alas, the ellusive Holder son who turned her head all those months ago has been impossible to find again. And this time isn't shaping up to be much better. She's already casually strolled through the Living Caverns, even had a nice fruit juice in the Tipsy Kitten, and wandered around the Docks since the man had mentioned his ship. But still no sign of the man. Giving in to defeat, once and for all, Kary decides this is her last attempt and to cheer herself up, what better than some retail therapy. Dressed in a long sleeved dress in Steen scarlet with a conservative but flattering neckline and a hem that sweeps the ground, golden toussled waves free of covering that's expected back in Igen, she browses around the shops until she spies that blue stone necklace with a speculative raise of her brow and she pulls up short with a bit of a derisive sniff, "Quality? I can see the flaws from here."

Oh? But who is this? Idara's thus far expressionless face acquires a subtle smile, as she sneaks a sidelong look at the person scoffing at the necklace. "Just what I was thinking myself," she agrees in a light voice, setting the too-heavy necklace back down. "Size alone cannot make up for a lack of quality." The stall owner doesn't so much as pause in the face of scorn, and another piece is presented; a ring this time, rather well made with a delicate band of silver inlaid with tiny gems. A fine enough piece of work, but the gems are certainly nothing to write home about - the remains from cuttings of better ones, no doubt. Now, Idara takes a better look at her fellow shopper. The colours and dress are certainly not Southern, though she cannot place where the other teenager may be from. Ignoring the stall owner for the minute, leaving him with the ring held out in offer, Idara comments to Karysha, "I adore the colour of your dress. Where did you get the fabric?"

"Please…now you're just embaressing yourself," Karysha looks down her nose at the merchant with a dimissive flick of her wrist as she turns away about to make for the shop when Idara's questions pulls her up short, smile slowly creeping onto her lips as she takes a measure of the other girl. "Awww, how sweet are you?" Kary exclaims, words dripping with sacchrine sweetness as she sways a little to make the skirts of her dress swish fetchingly, "This old thing? Got it from a wonderful weaver back home, in the Bazaar of Igen Weyr. It is a pretty color though isn't it?" she asks as she runs her hands down her torso, smoothing out any wrinkles and obviously preening.

Idara has all but dismissed the merchant, poor man. He'll have other customers, no doubt, but these two are no longer interested. No, Idara is more interested in the newcomer. There's a bright smile plastered on her face, just the slightest flash of white teeth on display as she clasps her hands before her, watching the movement of the skirts. "Igen Weyr, of course. The clothes there do have to be rather sturdy don't they, with the sandstorms I've heard ever so much about?" She shifts her hips, to let the hem of her rich blue dress move to show off the gloss of the fabric.

"Sturdy?" Karysha looks a little offended at that as she lifts her chin a little haughtily with a scoff, "I wouldn't dream of wearing any of my dresses out in a sandstorm without proper covering, or even willingly go out in one to begin with. This is not a cheap dress." Once that is made clear, the girl does tilt her head a little to one side to look Idara up and down appraisingly, bright blue eyes catching the sheen on the other girl's rich blue dress. "That's certainly pretty, you get that around here?" she inquires curiously.

Idara's smile remains just as it has been for the past few minutes as she offers no verbal reply. She's very aware that Karysha is giving her a good look over. Her answer to the question is given readily. "Oh no, this is from - oh, I believe it was Fort Hold. They do produce some rather subtle colours there that I am very fond of." She plucks the skirt to lift it enough to show off the fabric a little more, before releasing it to let it fall neatly back down into place. "I'm Idara. And you are?"

"Right, I was just thinking that it looks like a Fortian style," Karysha quips back with an appeciative hum, as one hand reaches up to toss carefully coiffed blonde tresses over one shoulder casually. When the girl introduces herself, she bobs her head a little bit before responding with a dainty curtsy, "Karysha of the Steen family, pleasure to meet you Idara." Once introductions are done, another small shop, this one with various dresses on display, catches the teen's eye aand she wanders idly over, but deliberately slowed in a subtle indication to Idara that she's inviting her to follow should she chose. Once there, she reaches out to gently fondle the skirt of one dresses, a pale yellow affair. She seems tyo consider for a moment before dropping it and moving onto the next one on display

Following isn't Idara's preference, certainly not with a teenager who seems to be on a similar social standing as she is. She will come up to walk alongside Karysha, keeping a polite gap between them so as not to be on top of the other's personal space. She seems disinterested in the yellow dress, but does feign interest in a lilac one, in a more revealing style that Southern garments seem to favour. "The Steen family? You must tell me what they are known for, I don't believe I've heard the name before." The casual chatter sounds airy enough, though Idara is keeping that half an eye on her new shopping companion.

"You've never heard of the Steens?" Karysha blinks in surprise at Idara with a kinda of incredulous titter. "They're only one of the most sucessful merchant families in all of Igen. We own several establishments in the Bazaar, including the Tea Room, the Pit and the Menagerie, and those are just the big ones." No one's ever accused Kary of being humble that's for sure. Moving on from the pale yellow dress, she eyes the violet one with a bit of a crinkle of her nose before her eyes rest on a black gown that is cut most provocatively, with a deep vee neck in front, a plunging back and a slit that is obsenely high. "What self-respecting woman would wear something like this? They'd be mistaken for one of Rosie's Daughters in the Bazaar back home." She cast an eyes in Idara's direction, "Rosie's is a house of negotiable affections if you catch my meaning." She's trying to be helpful, but since this is Karysha, it comes off a little patrionizing.

Some effort must go into refraining from rolling eyes. Idara keeps that smile plastered on, a bat of her pale eyelashes emphasising the innocent look she pulls off. "I'm sure they are very well known in the Igen area," she says, putting the tiniest emphasis on 'Igen'. When Karysha finds something very much not to her taste, Idara turns her attention to it as well, stepping closer to purse her lips at the black dress. "The fashions here are…not what would be considered appropriate in good company." She gives the dress a rather scornful look. Never mind that her own wardrobe has seen a gradual creep of hemlines during her time at Southern. Perhaps it is a good thing that today's cooler weather has brought her more conservative clothes back into the public eye. "How curious," she says of the explanation of Rosie's, with the sort of faint interest of one who considers this a taboo topic. "I don't believe that Southern Weyr has anything like that." That she knows of, anyway.

"Oh…they are," Karysha confirms with a curt nod of her head as her own smile spreads a bit as Idara seems to share her sensabilities. "A dress like that is for a woman who has nothing more than their body to attract a man, and men who are attracted to a woman like that don't usually stick around the next morning if you catch my meaning…" She shakes her head a little bit as Idara states that this seems to be the norm here at Southern. Moving on a little bit, Kary eyes a cape that is lined with some kind of spotted fur that definitely catches her eye as she srokes it gently. "Oh they don't? Interesting. It's not really a topic of conversation for polite company either, but I feel sorry for those girls as well, that they don't have the protection of a family and feels the need to sell their bodies. It's a sad existance." Judgement wrapped up in pity.

Idara listens politely as Karysha talks, the common ground now forming between the two more stable than their initial rocky introductions. "It is certainly not the preferred way to attract a man," she agrees with a definite tone. The black dress in question is given a final look, before she lets her attention wander to some gauzy scarves. "There are, of course, other ways a woman could support themselves," she brings up her own thoughts on the matter of these lonesome girls. Though, further thoughts may have to wait for another time, for a woman appears at the entrance. There's a flash of annoyance on Idara's face, quickly pushed away as she gives Karysha a polite smile. "My aunt is here to find me, it seems. If you do find yourself here another time, we must meet again." There is the offer of a delicate hand, a gesture of friendship.

"Not at all," Karysha agrees with a bit of a sad sigh for her own failed attempts at catching a certain man around Southern in the last Turn. When Idara mentions other ways a woman could support themselves, she gives a non-committal bob of her head as she agrees in theory at least. Still fondling the fur of that cloak, she looks a little disappointed when Idara gets pulled away, "Ugh, aunts, I know how that goes," she offers sympathetically but with understanding. "Maybe I will be back…And if you ever find yourself in Igen, find the Tea Room someone there should be able to find me." Dropping the cloak to give the girl's hand a dainty shake, she offers her a warm smile before looking for the merchant to start haggling about the cloak.

Igen and Southern seem to have a new link, and, satisfied with the day as a whole, Idara resigns herself to seeing what it is that her aunt wants this time. Away she goes, steps unhurried, towards the woman waiting with hands on hips, leaving Karysha to her shopping.

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