[When Allura had agreed to be one of Tataru’s models for her sewing, she knew there would be a degree of undress involved. Altean fashion already skews on the conservative side, and it’s been an exciting chance to jump outside of her comfort zone during her time on Aefenglom, embracing new traditions and norms.
Although, she was expecting the undress to come between fittings.]
Tataru, I am not questioning your ability as a seamstress but-
[Allura fidgets where she’s standing before a straight pin reminds her to stay still. It’s a lacy, provocative number, with sheer fabric and silk ties holding the bralette together. Plenty of Allura’s markings are on display like this, pink lines and stripes tracing over her collarbones, and up and down her legs. Her hair is piled up high on her head, but the chill in the room makes her wish she’d worn it down. She tugs the “dress” lower over her hips.]
I’m worried that if I breathe too deeply it might explode right off of me.
[ berry picking for double the money sounds quite simple and enticing. sylvia took on the quest without giving it a second thought. it's a lot of labor, sure, but she's used to physical tasks by now, so it's not a big deal.
what is a big deal is how she seems to be tripping over herself while she tries to move from section to section. she feels lightheaded and...elated. very elated. even when she bumps into a girl with gorgeous, long white hair, she doesn't seem too fazed. ]
Oh, sorry! My bad, Miss! [ a little chuckle. ] You doing okay?
[Having spent so much of her life in space ships, travelling from one side of the galaxy to the next, it was an adjustment for Allura to spend so much time in one city. No matter how nice Aefenglom was, and how dangerous the cwyld is, she couldn’t help but get a little stir crazy.
Thus, when the call came for help at the outpost, she jumped at the opportunity. It was nice, to be outside of the city walls for awhile, and she enjoyed helping out – as an extra hand here and there, but her main purpose was magical.]
Excuse me, [She speaks up, hailing the attention of one of the mirrorbound that she’d assumed to be here as security,] I’m to travel to the edge of the Cwyld, and I need accompaniment.
[She’s not entirely defenseless – she has a staff and plenty of battles under her belt, but she needed to focus on the protection spells. It was safer to travel in pairs. ]
[It never ceased to amaze Allura, how one planet could be so different. The Wiles north of Aefenglom, near the outpost, might as well have been another world entirely, with the way the snow crunched under her boots. It was a welcome respite from the summer of Aefenglom, although Allura still found herself out of her element.]
You're saying- [She huffs, heaving her foot out of a particularly deep snow drift, bundling her coat closer.] -This sort of thing is common where you come from, Sylvain?
[Said with more wonder than dismay. Altea was a relatively temperate planet, without the extreme temperatures that Geardagas was now experiencing. And even when visiting other planets, she had her ship and her jumpsuit to protect her from the elements. Here there was nothing but the open wilderness around them. It was peaceful, with white snow blanketing the forest floor and clear, blue sky above them.
She lifts a hand to shield it from the sun, scanning the trees for a match to one of the drawings they brought with them, on the hunt for samples, but gets distracted watching her breath condensate in the air in front of her, white puffs disappearing into nothing. What a beautiful day. Certainly nothing will go wrong.]
For Tataru
Although, she was expecting the undress to come between fittings.]
Tataru, I am not questioning your ability as a seamstress but-
[Allura fidgets where she’s standing before a straight pin reminds her to stay still. It’s a lacy, provocative number, with sheer fabric and silk ties holding the bralette together. Plenty of Allura’s markings are on display like this, pink lines and stripes tracing over her collarbones, and up and down her legs. Her hair is piled up high on her head, but the chill in the room makes her wish she’d worn it down. She tugs the “dress” lower over her hips.]
I’m worried that if I breathe too deeply it might explode right off of me.
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c: you know.
what is a big deal is how she seems to be tripping over herself while she tries to move from section to section. she feels lightheaded and...elated. very elated. even when she bumps into a girl with gorgeous, long white hair, she doesn't seem too fazed. ]
Oh, sorry! My bad, Miss! [ a little chuckle. ] You doing okay?
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These dweebs
they are SUCH dweebs
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two ear tags for you in 24 hours.
oh my god
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For Gilgamesh!
Thus, when the call came for help at the outpost, she jumped at the opportunity. It was nice, to be outside of the city walls for awhile, and she enjoyed helping out – as an extra hand here and there, but her main purpose was magical.]
Excuse me, [She speaks up, hailing the attention of one of the mirrorbound that she’d assumed to be here as security,] I’m to travel to the edge of the Cwyld, and I need accompaniment.
[She’s not entirely defenseless – she has a staff and plenty of battles under her belt, but she needed to focus on the protection spells. It was safer to travel in pairs. ]
ty! is she dressed plainly btw? thinking on the royalty angle but assuming they're dressed down haha
Adds a bit about clothes in the meta :) plus crown
cool. :) I remembered you mentioned sparring, so I brought it up!
he's so much :'D I love it
For Sylvain! A mix of Gathering Samples quest and Ice Elemental fight!
You're saying- [She huffs, heaving her foot out of a particularly deep snow drift, bundling her coat closer.] -This sort of thing is common where you come from, Sylvain?
[Said with more wonder than dismay. Altea was a relatively temperate planet, without the extreme temperatures that Geardagas was now experiencing. And even when visiting other planets, she had her ship and her jumpsuit to protect her from the elements. Here there was nothing but the open wilderness around them. It was peaceful, with white snow blanketing the forest floor and clear, blue sky above them.
She lifts a hand to shield it from the sun, scanning the trees for a match to one of the drawings they brought with them, on the hunt for samples, but gets distracted watching her breath condensate in the air in front of her, white puffs disappearing into nothing. What a beautiful day.
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