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."