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Brunnhold's college town, located inside the university grounds.
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Wed May 29, 2019 12:29 am

23rd Intas, 2719
THE STACKS| MORNING, JUST AFTER FIRST LESSONS
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Lilanee grabbed at her forest green skirt, for what seemed like the umpeenth time that morning, the wind threatening to blow it improperly up and around her waist like some harlot. She wore what would be considered the formal school uniform, complete with her senior form pale lime sash and deep green cropped jacket. Her unruly red curls were braided tightly and pinned to her scalp to keep them tamed down in the strong gusty weather, and her satchel was held firmly under her arm. There was no need for glasses at the moment, those invaluable tools of sight neatly packed away with her journal and books, nestled against a petrified piece of wood that dated back to before Brunnhold was built. Or at least, that’s what the History Wing proposed. She hadn’t meant to take it, but the short notice page to the schools reception had caught her off-guard, and the blue eyed ninth form had smooshed her stuff into her bag and left the wing…only realizing later she still had the artifact.

Oh well, it wasn’t like they would miss it.

“You’ve been paired with Madeline Gosselin, a sixth form student. You and Miss Gosselin will travel into the Stacks, with yourself as the escort, to shop for the St Grumbles redtie function.” The lady in the office had advised her, seeming to have little care as to whether Lilanee was going to attend the function or not. The Hessean laughed, shaking her head.

“Oh, I’m not going to the red tie event. I’m going to spend the holiday catching up on my notes for my paper next sea—” The clerk cut her short with a flick of paperwork and a bored tone. It was clear she’d already dealt with multiple objections this day.

“Any student staying on campus for St Grumbles is required to make an appearance at the dinner, at the very least. You must be neatly dressed in the appropriate whites and reds of the evening. You may wear any shade of white or off white, but red must be the school crimson per uniform guidelines. Make-up, should it be worn, must be tasteful and unless you are from one of our neighboring countries all dress should be Anaxi or Bastian in cut. Here is a list of stores in the Stacks that can help you, and remember to let them know to charge it back to the school under your name. The costs will be included in your parents fee’s next semester.” The student took the paper, blinking at the abruptness of it all.

“But I—” She began, cut short as she was accosted with another piece of paperwork, this time a small stack of cards.

“This is for your day trip expenses. Carriage rides, food, etcetera. Ensure details of place, person and price are captured on the card and you sign it and keep the stubb. We will reimburse anyone who brings the other half in. Remember Miss Kuleda, you are the senior student on this trip and as such Miss Gosselin is your responsibility. Dress warmly, it’s windy today.” And with that, the freckled ninth form found herself dismissed.

So here she was, at the gates of Brunnhold, waiting for her ward to arrive. There were other ninth and tenth forms here too, slowly trickling away with false smiles and greetings for their younger charges. Lilanee didn’t know Madeline Gosselin personally, in fact she had no clocking idea what she even looked like, but she knew of the Gosselin twins.

Absolute Circle-damned jerks.

The twins were in the same form as her, and by the Pantheon they were full of themselves. They acted as though they were better than everyone else, and truly believed it. Truthfully, they were attractive students, but their superiority complex made them seem ugly to her. More than once, Lilanee had encountered their lunchtime shenanigans, and more than once she had smart mouthed them. To say she was not in their good books was probably a minor understatement, but then the Hessean wasn’t really in anyone’s good books.

Except maybe Ezre, but then who really knew.

Fighting with the name card that she was holding for the sixth form as the wind gusted again, Lilanee made a sound of frustration as she shifted to trying to hold her skirt, loosing the card and watching it flip and twist across the manicured front gardens of the university.

“Oh for Ophur’s sake!” She shouted suddenly, uncaring about the funny looks the others gave her.

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Madeleine Gosselin
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Wed May 29, 2019 1:01 am

Morning, 23rd Intas, 2719 | The Stacks
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LLate, late, late. Madeleine was already late, but she dawdled a little more, looking out across the manicured lawn towards the front gate. Two students walked past her, both laughing, the full skirts of their uniforms swishing gently across the path. Madeleine shifted out of their way, watching them go, and turned her attention back to the cluster of older students at the front gates. She half-held her breath as the two girls made their way across the lawn, clasping hands and giggling at one another before splitting up to go with their respective escorts.

They made it look so easy!

Madeleine huffed. If only she could see from here who had her name. She recognized three of the ninth form students standing there, two boys and one girl, friends of her siblings who’d come to their home during the break before the term started. Madeleine’s cheeks burned to think about it. She’d only asked if she could go with them into Vienda for the day – from the way they had laughed, you would have thought it was the world’s funniest joke! There wasn’t anything funny about it, though, not in the slightest.

And worse, one of them had been – really very handsome, but he had looked at her, right at her. He hadn’t even laughed, he had done this thing with his face where his lip sort of lifted at the side, and revealed a slight flash of white teeth. A sneer. Madeleine had read about sneers in books, naturally, but she’d never seen one so picturesque in real life, and she’d never thought to see it directed at her.

More of the ninth and tenth formers were trickling out, their charges with them. Madeleine was almost holding her breath; her hands gripped the sides of her long green skirt, twitching it slightly. Maybe if she waited long enough, all three of the twins’ friends would leave, and she’d be able to – then, surely she could –

Madeleine checked the small card they’d given her at the school’s reception. Lilanee Kuleda. None of them had been named Lilanee, had they? It wasn’t exactly like she’d been given an introduction! Madeleine shivered. The girl had laughed the hardest of all of them. Madeleine still wasn’t sure what had been so funny; she’d been dressed properly, in her nicest school uniform, freshly pressed, and she had tried so hard with her hair, brushing it out and wearing it loose around her face. She had been sure it would look nice that way.

Well, she hadn’t tried that again. Madeleine reached up to run her fingers along the ridges of the french braid neatly set against her scalp, then pulled her hand away, guiltily. It was windy enough; the last thing she needed was for little wisps of thick hair to come flying loose and ruin the entire thing. She’d even put on a headband to hold it all in place, once she’d looked out the window and seen how windy it was.

The ninth form girl and one of the boys left with their two students; Madeleine couldn’t really hear them laughing, but she could see it. Only one left, but it ws the handsome boy, the sneering one. Madeleine clasped her hands to her satchel, gripping the strap slung across her chest. She could do this, she promised herself. Slowly – slowly – she took a step forward across the lawn. The wind snatched at her hair, and, suddenly, two loose strands were flying straight across her face, one practically in her eyes. Madeleine held utterly still, as if maybe if she didn’t move, somehow, time would rewind and her braid would be properly done once more.

As if taunting her, a third strand wiggled its way loose, curling across her neck. Madeleine could have sworn the ninth former boy was looking over at her and laughing. Anger burned in her chest, and Madeleine dropped the satchel against her chest, lifted her hands, and unwove the braid with shaking fingers. Her hair streamed wildly about, flapping in the wind, but she lifted her chin, squared her shoulders, and marched across the lawn, barely able to see through the thick reddish brown strands.

Madeleine came to an abrupt stop in front of the remaining few ninth formers, skirts fluttering loudly against her legs. There were three girls left, and Madeleine turned to them. Two had a card with someone else’s name on it; the other didn’t. Fine. Madeleine took a deep breath, turned towards the girl without the card, and shoved what she could of her hair behind her ears.

"Lilanee Kuleda?" Madeleine asked, and her voice trembled as she did it. "I’m – Madeleine. Madeleine Gosselin."
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Thu May 30, 2019 1:55 pm

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'Seraphina Jeffery, 7th Year'

Melody ruefully looked at the card in her hand then up at the group of girls making their way down the street and out of the campus. Well, it made sense. Ms Jeffery was clearly a sensible girl, for why would she saddle herself with a 9th form she must have realised was new to the school. It wasn't as if there was any advantage to that.. Much better to attach herself to the pair which included one of her friends.

Melody shrugged, absent-mindedly brushing the few tendrils of hair that had escaped her otherwise neat braid away from her face. Well, so long as this impromptu reassignment didn't create a problem for her... At least the 10th form girl who had accepted Ms Jeffery had seemed perfectly happy to have her tag along as well. She had asked for the relevant expense cards booklet for her new charge and hurried the girls away after telling Melody to 'have fun without the mites tagging along'. It was unfortunate that the waiting had meant she was among the last handful of students that still remained at the gates..

The question now was, did she need anything for the feast? Mentally reviewing her wardrobe, Melody bit back a sigh. She'd need at least a few more dresses even apart from the one for the feast.. She hadn't anticipated the weekly formal dinners where students were expected to dress up.. The number of occasions requiring formal dress beyond the uniform seemed a little.. excessive.. to her.. It wasn't as if she was the sort who couldn't bear to be seen in the same dress twice, but her family's position still needed to be considered.

Right, she'd head to a dressmaker's place first in that case.. Where was that list of stores she'd been given.. Surely the stores wouldn't be too crowded by the time she got there..

“Oh for Ophur’s sake!”

The loud exclamation had her twisting around in alarm. No visible disaster seemed to have occurred, though the auburn haired girl seemed vastly irritated. Now that she looked closer at her, she was also strangely familiar.. Melody frowned, trying to remember where she'd seen her.. Oh right.. the formal dinner!

"Is everything alright?" She gave a little wave and walked over to the girl, adjusting her backpack slightly. "I'm Melody Amberleigh. We sat across from each other at the last formal dinner. I believe we didn't introduce ourselves at the time?"

The two 9th years had a few more minutes to talk, before the 6th year they had been waiting for showed up.
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Sun Jun 09, 2019 2:07 am

23rd Intas, 2719
THE STACKS| MORNING, JUST AFTER FIRST LESSONS
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Straightening, the red head turned from her woeful watching of the card as it flaunted in the wind like some rebellious child, turning towards another voice as the vile piece of stationary made its victorious escape.

“What? Oh, oh yes it’s fine. Just this wind you know, it’s shocking! I’m supposed to be waiting for one of the sixth forms, but now she probably won’t even know who she’s supposed to go to as my clocking card is gallivanting across the university lawns. Hopefully, given I am now the only one without a card, the power of deduction will help.” Lilanee looked the other girl over briefly, nodding quickly and wagging a finger at her.

“Ah yes! I do recall you. Apologies, I probably waffled on so much that you didn't have time to tell me your name. I have a dreadful habit of chattering on, I know, but I just start talking and then I can’t stop. Did you know, there’s a scientific explanation for over talking, and it can be genetically dispositioned. My father talks a lot, which annoys my mother sometimes, but then Hessean’s are so hard and grumpy all the time so pretty much everything annoys her and—”

"Lilanee Kuleda?"

The Hessean turned from her rambling, looking down at the younger student that had approached her. The girls hair was streaming across her face, worn out in what could have been the worst hairstyle for this weather ever, with determination in her eyes and only the hint of a quaver in her voice.

“Hi Madeline!” She beamed when the girl announced herself, sticking out a hand and taking the others whether it was offered or not to shake it firmly. Smiling broadly, she snapped the hand away to grab at her skirt, taking a breath and turning back to Melody.

“As Miss Gosselin has just demonstrated, my name is Lilanee Kuleda. I’m today’s chaperone into the Stacks, though frankly I hadn’t planned on going to the red tie at all, but they’re making us this year. How odd is that?” Moving slightly so she could look at both girls, Lilanee smiled at Madeline.

“I’ve been told there’s a quaint dress maker that we need to visit, who does the most glorious designs. Feldspar Tailoring it’s called. I think that might be the best place to start. I admit I’m not really much of a fan of the Stacks so I rarely explore them, though perhaps I should given my father would probably suggest there’s adventure waiting in the most unlikely places.” Gesturing to Melody, the Hessean raised an eyebrow.

“Join us, Miss Amberleigh? Three heads are better than one, and all that.” Nodding curtly, as though her words were their own reply, Lilanee began to hail one of the steam powered rickshaws puttering outside the gates.

Feldspar Tailoring please.” She said to the driver, making the necessary scripts on the card and taking the stub whilst handing the rest to the human that sat there. Shifting through the back seat to make room for Madeline and Melody, Lilanee beamed at them as the cart took off.

“Madeline, I love your hair by the way. I wish mine were so lovely and flowy, but I got my mothers wiry curls and I tell you it’s a beast to brush. It’s like wool, so frustrating. And you know, I applause you for wearing it out today. Do you know that wind is horrific! I did actually have a placard with your name on it, so you didn’t have to go asking randoms their names, but the damned breeze stole it right out of my hands. Imagine that! Do you already have an idea in mind of what you’d like to wear to St Grumbles? Oh! And have you both had breakfast? I’ve got stubs for us to buy some food and drink. We should definitely do that. I don’t have the faintest idea what I’m going to wear to be honest. I didn’t even want to go but they’re making us as you know as really I don’t get it.” Taking a breath, she turned slightly to face the girls more, hands becoming animated.

“Did you know that St Grumbles has been celebrated for so long, that no one actually know’s what it’s about anymore? I mean yes, we know there’s Lizzy and Grumble himself and references to a dragon—which in itself is a clue given that we haven’t seen dragons for thousands of years. We have drakes of course, but not the dragon in the classical sense. It’s incredibly fascinating, I’d love to dig through some of the crypt texts and see if there’s any clues as to its origin and the idea that Grumble has a tail.” As they rode through the Stacks, she continued to chatter, pausing should either girl want to speak up. Eventually they came to a rather abrupt halt.

“Your stop Miss’s.” The human said with a tip of his hat, watching as the girls exited the cab before tooting his horn and shuddering away. Standing before the shop front, Lilanee looked up at the quaint sign that had all sorts of sewing imagery on it in some sort of coat of arms.

“This is us then! Come along ladies, time to awkwardly stare at fabric and pretend we know what we’re talking about.” She giggled, pushing the door open and holding it whilst the others would enter.

“Good morning!” The red head called loudly, wanting to be sure they were heard by whomever owned the establishment. So far, her field hadn’t brushed anyone elses except the two girls with her.

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Sun Jun 09, 2019 3:24 am

Morning, 23rd Intas, 2719 | The Stacks
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Madeleine’s shoulders visibly sagged with relief at Lilanee’s greeting, and the bright, beaming smile on the older student’s face. She stared down at Lilanee’s hand for a moment, caught off-guard by the familiar gesture. The delay was long enough that Lilanee actually reached out, grabbed hold of Madeleine’s own hand, and shook it firmly. Madeleine managed to recover sufficiently to squeeze Lilanee’s hand slightly in response, although there really wasn’t much else she could do but go along with the motion.

The next time Lilanee smiled at her, Madeleine returned it in kind, a quavering smile that started mostly in her eyes, her lips sort of trembling nervously as if afraid to commit, before slowly stretching out over her face. Her hands had lifted to the bag strap across her chest, gripping it tightly.

“Oh – yes! It’s very odd,” Madeleine nodded agreeably, still smiling. Was it not typical to be required to attend the Red Tie Ball? Madeleine had no idea; she’d never stayed on campus for St. Grumbles before. It wasn’t so far to Vienda, only one day, and so every other year Madeleine had made the journey home for the holiday. This year – this year, at the very last minute, she had decided to stay. The tight knot in her chest was easing, slowly.

Madeleine hadn’t meant to look – the last thing she wanted to do was look – but she couldn’t help it. Lilanee turned her attention back to the other girl standing next to her, and Madeleine’s eyes slid away from her chaperone and her chaperone’s friend, her whole body turning slightly as she snuck a peek at the last remaining of her siblings’ friends. He was nudging the student next to him with his elbow, and Madeleine watched in horror as his gaze flickered to her. A smirk quirked up the edge of his lips – he said something low-voiced – and both men laughed.

Madeleine turned back to Lilanee and – Miss Amberleigh? Her hands tightened further on her bag’s strap, and she devoutly wished that the earth would swallow her up whole, or at least that she had waited until he was gone to come and find Lilanee.

She managed something vaguely resembling a smile at Miss Amberleigh, faint and insecure. “It’s nice to meet you, Miss Amberleigh,” Madeleine offered. She trailed slowly after the other two, hair still streaming wildly about her face, gaze mostly fixed on the ground. She didn’t even try to push it behind her ears again, mostly because it seemed so futile.

“Oh,” Madeleine looked wide-eyed at Lilanee once they were installed in the cart. Her cheeks flushed, and there was an odd, tight sort of heat behind her eyes. The compliments couldn’t be sincere – they just couldn’t. Madeleine knew her hair was a mess, it had to be, and she had been a fool to think wearing it down would be better than the braid. She was sure that that was what the two men had been laughing about. She let go of the strap of the bag and lifted both hands to her hair, holding it down against her head against the wind, fingers tangling in the lower bits of the long strands, and looked off to the side out of the cart at the passing buildings of the Stacks. The wind was even worse now that they were moving, and it tugged sharply at her face, an almost painful slap against her face.

Madeleine didn’t know what to say; she couldn’t think of anything. Lilanee couldn’t mean it; she simply couldn’t. Madeleine couldn’t hear any sarcasm in her voice, but then, sometimes she thought her sister was genuine too, and it would turn out that she had been making fun of Madeleine all along. For once, the young galdor had thought maybe things would be different, but – maybe all older form students were the same. Perhaps Lilanee resented having to accompany her; maybe she’d have rather been in the Stacks by herself, not burdened with Madeleine. And, anyway, how could anyone with hair such a lovely color compliment Madeleine’s?

There didn’t seem to be any response she could make about the discussion of hair. Lilanee seemed to tire of making fun of her, though, and moved on to the question of breakfast. Madeleine looked back from the building she’d been staring at, determined to make the best of it. It wasn’t her fault Lilanee disliked her already. Maybe – maybe if Madeleine could just think of something clever to say, clever and funny, she’d win the other girl over. Except there wasn’t really much space to talk, and so instead Madeleine just sort of nodded along with the other girls' chatter, still gripping her hair down in the desperate hope it wouldn’t tangle.

“Why don’t you want to go?” It was the only question Madeleine could think of asking, looking at Lilanee. Stupid, she thought; she wouldn’t want to explain herself to someone like Madeleine. The middle Gosselin dropped her gaze to her lap again. Madeleine had no idea what she ought to wear, but a ball sounded lovely – a real ball! Just like her parents attended.

Madeleine dawdled a little one they were out of the cab. She had a hairbrush in her bag at least, and even though it was terrible to do such a thing in public – scandalous, really – she dragged it through her hair a few times. She didn’t know what else she could do. The wind wasn’t as bad here as it had been on the Lawn, and from what she could tell with her fingertips, her hair was mostly staying in place now. Madeleine gave it another stroke with the brush, hoping that maybe it would behave.

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Tue Jun 11, 2019 12:36 am

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To be honest, Melody hadn't ventured an introduction at the formal dinner since she hadn't wanted to butt in in what she had assumed must have been an unusually engrossing discussion, given how much the Hessean had had to say. But it seemed it was just one of the (apparently liable to be inherited) quirks of personality Lilanee had. She certainly didn't mind, it wasn't like she had a lot to say, and it saved her from thinking up conversational gambits. It was fascinating how much information about herself the vivacious redhead managed to convey in the short interval after getting introduced. Meeting Lilanee rather felt like coming across one of the thunderstorm spirits the few human students at Thul'ka had talked about, the girl seemed to never remain silent, fairly crackled with energy, and was liable to sweep you along in her path.

It took Melody a few moments to regain her mental bearings and since it didn't seem like she actually needed to respond at length, she soon fell to observing the sixth year who was Lilanee's charge. Madeleine Gosselin was clearly Anaxi, shorter even than Lilanee, and had thick brown-red hair just a few shades lighter than Melody's own. Looking at the way the curly tendrils seemed to defy all attempts at confinement, Ms Gosselin probably considered them more plague than blessing. She nodded with a slight encouraging smile at Medeleine when the younger girl greeted her.

"I'd love the company!" Melody felt relieved to be thus included in the outing, she had been wondering about how much time not knowing simple things like where to hail a carriage, or which place to eat at would cost her. She'd have had no qualms in explaining that she was a new student if she had been unable to figure things out from observing other student groups, but it was a strategy begging for you to be charged the highest prices, even for a galdori. Ignorance had its own tax, in monetary as well as social forms, and worse it was so avoidably inefficient. It also worked out that they were headed first to a dress maker's, one Feldspar Tailoring. Well she did have some idea about the kind of things she liked and what she'd be willing to experiment with, it was to be hoped the work was up to the fame...

Soon after the girls had arranged themselves in the carriage, Lilanee began to speak, and with every (evidently sincere) compliment, Melody winced internally. The younger girl's field was rife with currents of uncertainity and mortification, and her face went from flushed to bloodless and back within moments. Intervening now would embarass Lilanee though, and Melody was fairly sure she had meant well, it would take a much more manipulative person than average to use chatter to disguise maliciousness..

"I do have some vague ideas, but I also probably need to order more dresses than just for the Saint Grumbles do.." For the time being Melody decided to concentrate on Lilanee, assuming that Madeleine would prefer some moments to herself. She proceeded to hear all about how it wasn't usual to be required to attend the St Grumble school event, and the questions about St Grumble's story, and the drake and the dragons and using the crypts as an additional reference source. She felt her lips pull up in a smile, it was impossible to be bored, though she might have wanted to stop and have a little more in depth discussion about a few of the topics. Yet it would almost be a shame to halt that unselfconscious flow of words that faithfully portrayed the way the mind followed various (sometimes tangled) skeins of thoughts. That seemingly unfiltered flow of words was probably why she felt it difficult to think of her as Ms Kuleda... Must make sure to not address her so familiarly out loud, Melody made a silent note to herself.

They alighted at the stop, and Lilanee competently handled the business with the chits and the stubbs to pay for the fare. Honestly, why make things so complicated? Be easier to provide a few school hired carriages for the day...

She hung back a little when Lilanee went in to the shop, wanting to assure herself that Ms Gosselin was feeling better. Unfortunately it seemed like she wasn't.. The younger girl had taken out a hairbrush, and looking extremely self conscious, was brushing her hair. Melody walked over, careful to keep a smile on her face, all the while rooting inside her backpack with a hand. Her hand closed on the length of patterned dark blue chiffon that she had thrown inside for emergencies. Truthfully a length of cloth could be so versatile.

"Ms Gosselin," the girl's field carried the familiar snap of static along with the disconcerting pulling sensation which denoted physical mona to Melody. "Would you like to try out a Mugroba hairstyle today?" She extended the scarf, before realising that her earlier statement must sound very abrupt. Flushing slightly, she continued with a somewhat disjointed explanation, she wasn't used to making the first overtures in a conversation, and that likely showed itself when she tried. "It'll keep the hair away from your face.. And one is so much more likely to enjoy an outing when one isn't bothered by petty irritants.."

Upon receiving Madeleine's tentative assent, she walked closer, slipping one end of the scarf underneath the hair, and up above behind the ear. Once the fabric flipped, all of Madeleine's hair would be contained within the scarf. A few practiced twists, and she wrapped the twisted length once around the head, tucking in the ends securely into itself. "There.. you only need some dangling earrings and a bit of kohl in your eyes to complete the look.. Let's go in maybe the tailor would have something that can work as earrings, I have a kohlstick with me.."

It was rather fun having someone to practice looks on.. Though she suspected the novelty would wear off soon if she had to do a lot of it.. Smiling brightly at Madeleine, Melody beckoned at her to follow along and pushed open the doors to Feldspar Tailoring with a soft tinkling of bells somewhere inside.
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Mon Jul 01, 2019 4:52 pm

Feldspar Tailoring
☙ 23rd of Intas, 2719; A half past twelfth hour❧
It had been a good day so far. Miranda was feeling sleepy but affectionate, so she’d been curled round Juniper’s neck all morning, purring on and off in that gentle, almost metallic way miraans had. The pelisse he was working on was soft, fulled green wool, simple, tactile work that let him do away with weights and paper patterns and just work by instinct, perched up on his worktable with his boots off, legs crossed, emerald wool filling his lap. The tailor had made sure to open up the shop door and flip the sign, keeping the door between workroom and shop open to be sure of hearing the bell.

It was just gone a half past the twelfth hour when the bell tinkled, and the tsat heard a young, girlish voice calling a greeting.

“I’ll be right with you, Miss!” Juniper called, lodging his needle firmly in the seam before gathering up the fabric into a neat bundle and setting it to the side, slippng softly down frm the worktable. The bell went again as he was lacing up his boots, being careful not to dislodge Miranda.

...did she leave? Or more ‘n one…

Pushing open the door fully, the little tailor stepped into his shop to find three schoolgirls, resplendent in their Brunnhold green- two older, and one younger with her hair in a rather fetching Mugrobi wrap.

“Welcome, ladies!” he greeted them cheerfully, moving behind the counter and gently unwinding the teacup drake from around his neck, settling her sleepy coils on her velvet cushion, placed in pride of place under his writ, before turning to rest palms gently on the counter.

“Juniper Feldspar, at your service. How can I help you?”

His expression was open, friendly yet respectful, his glamour just shy of doetoed, the perfect shopkeep.

...don't you ever stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome...
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