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Organization for Transformative Works
Thank you to @gilgamish for the extra caveats on this prompt! >:}
Prompt was: Lace!
Another Time, Somewhere Else
23rd of Evening Star 4E 201
This close to Saturalia, the streets of Solitude were packed with travelers and merchants alike. Snow drifted in comfortable flurries, the breeze gentle despite the proximity to the sea. The outdoor market, which normally wasn’t much to look at, was overwhelmed with new, temporary booths resplendent with goods imported from all over the province—perhaps even all over Tamriel. It was unsurprising that this city would put on airs to appear as though the war and the dragons were not threats here. Nyenna knew the truth, having been mired in the latter half of the chaos for a little while now. She tried not to let it put a damper on her mood.
Athis squeezed her hand as they drew closer to the market. Ysolda, surprisingly, was at the nearest stall to the road, her shop busy as Khajiiti imports changed hands amongst joyful chatter and laughter. She caught Athis’s eye and waved, though her voice was lost to the crowds, and her attention followed.
As Nyenna made to move toward the shop, she found herself enveloped in a crushing hug and lifted straight up off of her feet. She shouted, terrified, even as a roar of a laugh escaped the person who had apprehended her. The ground shook with the sound of her voice, throwing patrons off balance, and wares in Ysolda’s shop flying in every which direction. Nobody in the throng of people seemed to be able to pinpoint exactly where the blast came from—she didn’t fit the picture of a legendary hero, after all, who could shout down dragons. The confused murmuring was, in hindsight, a little bit funny.
“Farkas! You idiot! Put her down!” Athis yelled. Farkas, still chuckling to himself, did as he was told. Nyenna caught her breath and turned to face him.
“Hello,” she said, settling on a mildly unnerved, but neutral response. “We didn’t know you and Ysolda were coming to Solitude. We’d have traveled together.”
“We didn’t leave when you did, I don’t think,” Farkas said. He stretched, looking strange without his customary steel armor. He was dressed in layers of thick, warm clothing, with a heavy blue cloak wrapped over his shoulders and pinned with bone and gold. Ysolda’s touch. “We’re gonna stay here through the holiday. I haven’t had a real vacation in ages! But I had better help Ysolda pick up her wares here…sorry about scaring you, Nyenna.”
“It’s okay,” Nyenna answered with a small smile. She glanced over at Athis. “Mind helping him? I have an errand really fast.” Her voice lilted purposefully as she folded her hands behind her back.
Athis grinned. “Yeah, I’ll stick around and catch up. Try not to Shout more merchandise off the shelves wherever you’re going, love.”
“No promises,” Nyenna answered. She leaned in for a quick kiss. He slid a hand around her waist and stole another kiss before he turned away to rejoin his friends. The merriment and chatter of the crowd resumed as if nothing had happened. In a way, Nyenna felt strangely invisible as she moved between people. She wondered briefly how long she could keep getting away with that. -> Read the rest on AO3.
Taarie smoothed the fabric out with her hand, looking at Natalie from the reflection of the mirror and studying her complexion. "Now, this is an autumn yellow. It looks-"
"Not as good as the summer yellow," Endarie scoffed. "It doesn't harm you, but it certainly doesn't benefit either."
"She's right. You can pull this off - if you're satisfied with not achieving your best."
Before Natalie could acknowledge the consensus, Endarie rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue in annoyance, her attention concerned with other matters, "Like that homely Evette San. She's to be attending a meet with Jarl Elise, and for someone who makes a Solitude-defining wine, she seems quite happy to present herself in the Blue Palace in autumn green."
"She never took our advice?" Taarie questioned as she removed the collection of yellows and replaced them with a set of blues. Based on how the others were laid out, the first fabric in the set was assumed to be the summer variant. Endarie raised a brow as she examined how the shade appeared on Natalie.
"No, she didn't. Suppose she thinks it doesn't matter." Endarie tapped the fabric as it lay on her client's chest, "You certainly look better in brighter shades. It adds to your natural glow."
Natalie merely nodded, observing just how much of a difference each shade made to her countenance. She knew there was some sort of truth to these analyses, but to see it on herself was a different view entirely.
Taarie turned over the summer blue fabric to compare the winter shade, a deeper blue. "With Evette's lack of sense, I doubt she could be pinned as Bolgeir's new mystery outlet for affection. He strikes me as a debonair man."
"Winter shades are much too dark for you," Endarie declared, quickly flipping the fabric to move onto the spring blue. "They drown everything on your face out. Perhaps Bolgeir prefers those that complement spring - something Evette certainly does not."
"Unlike you, Natalie. This blue is quite good on you, even if it is a yellow shade."
"It's much too bright," Endarie needled.
Taarie shrugged, flipping the fabric once more to see the autumn blue. "I think it suits her well, sister."
Elliott leaned closer to Blóð, keeping his voice hushed as the shop was small enough as it was, "Fancy clothes and all the juicy city gossip, ay? This would be perfect, if not for all the…y'know, backhandedness."
Blóð cracked a smile, whispering back to him as their attention remained allured by the exquisitely intricate jewelry out on display, polished gold and variously cut gems properly enticing. "I've learned to push their sourness to the back of my mind."
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