Ruby
11-10-13, 03:09 PM
Ruby Winchester entered a down town establishment, not the seedy sort, and approached the counter. Outside, the sun was shining, and the afternoon swift turned to evening. Soon, the busy seaside town of Jadet would come to a screeching halt, and the lady's only opportunity to visit this particular shop would pass her by for another month.
"Greetings Jeremiah," she said in a low voice. She was careful not to disturb the other patrons, each busy perusing the piles of books, rails of dusty cloth, and assorted haberdashery bins. She stopped at the front of the counter, immediately before the dwarfish gentlemen with his back turned to her.
Jeremiah Crund turned, as slow as an oak grew, and widened his eyes in surprise. He set down the measurement tome onto the mahogany worktop, and reached a hand across his frontier. Ruby took it, shook it curtly, and let lose a gentle bow not out of place for a courtly dance. He flipped the book closed, abandoning his work for the time being, and widened his puckered lips into a welcoming smile.
"You're looking well," she commended. Given he was eighty four, he looked resplendent.
"I get by," he agreed, nodding with a grim expression of wear. His warmth remained, but his smile faded. "You, as ever, are...different." He examined her new appearance, though it was, in actual fact, all too familiar. "What happened this time milady?" He produced a sewing needle from one of his apron's many pockets, and checked his trousers for a reel of thread.
Ruby smiled softly. "I played with fire, and most definitely got burnt (http://www.althanas.com/world/showthread.php?25662-C***-Drunk-Love-(Closed))." When it was warm out, she was sure she still smelt the acrid scent of her own burning flesh. "Your dress, on the other hand," she waved over her front, "remained entirely untouched."
At the mention of his handiwork, the old man brightened up. His concern for the spell singer faded, replaced instead with adoration for his handiwork. He was, by any description, one of Althanas' premier enchanters. For some strange reason, he worked exclusively with clothing, and left tinkering with metal and wood to 'lesser craftsman'.
"An upgrade, then, perhaps?" he enquired. He threaded the needle so quickly Ruby missed it, and then set it onto the tome between the pages. He closed it, and slid the book under the counter out of sight. Ruby guessed every genius had his quirks.
"Of a sort." She set her hands onto the counter and gathered her thoughts. "It's simple, really. I'd like to lace the hauberk you so cunningly concealed beneath the dress itself with something that will ignite debate." The metaphor passed Jeremiah by.
"S'what?" he mumbled, torn between two different questions.
"I'd like you to replace the silk with red dragon skin, of the younger, financially possible variety."
Jeremiah beamed. Now he understood, he was already taking visual measurements, undoing seams, and putting together a new bodice of leather and metallic trim that would rebuff even the dragon she would wear's revenge.
"Oh yes...pretty, wonderful, resplendent." His hammering made the room tense.
"So how much, when by, and will I be able to jump into lava a second time without dying?" she asked, eye brow raised, arms folded defensively across her chest. Only her husband got to visually undress her in public, and even he had to pay.
"Greetings Jeremiah," she said in a low voice. She was careful not to disturb the other patrons, each busy perusing the piles of books, rails of dusty cloth, and assorted haberdashery bins. She stopped at the front of the counter, immediately before the dwarfish gentlemen with his back turned to her.
Jeremiah Crund turned, as slow as an oak grew, and widened his eyes in surprise. He set down the measurement tome onto the mahogany worktop, and reached a hand across his frontier. Ruby took it, shook it curtly, and let lose a gentle bow not out of place for a courtly dance. He flipped the book closed, abandoning his work for the time being, and widened his puckered lips into a welcoming smile.
"You're looking well," she commended. Given he was eighty four, he looked resplendent.
"I get by," he agreed, nodding with a grim expression of wear. His warmth remained, but his smile faded. "You, as ever, are...different." He examined her new appearance, though it was, in actual fact, all too familiar. "What happened this time milady?" He produced a sewing needle from one of his apron's many pockets, and checked his trousers for a reel of thread.
Ruby smiled softly. "I played with fire, and most definitely got burnt (http://www.althanas.com/world/showthread.php?25662-C***-Drunk-Love-(Closed))." When it was warm out, she was sure she still smelt the acrid scent of her own burning flesh. "Your dress, on the other hand," she waved over her front, "remained entirely untouched."
At the mention of his handiwork, the old man brightened up. His concern for the spell singer faded, replaced instead with adoration for his handiwork. He was, by any description, one of Althanas' premier enchanters. For some strange reason, he worked exclusively with clothing, and left tinkering with metal and wood to 'lesser craftsman'.
"An upgrade, then, perhaps?" he enquired. He threaded the needle so quickly Ruby missed it, and then set it onto the tome between the pages. He closed it, and slid the book under the counter out of sight. Ruby guessed every genius had his quirks.
"Of a sort." She set her hands onto the counter and gathered her thoughts. "It's simple, really. I'd like to lace the hauberk you so cunningly concealed beneath the dress itself with something that will ignite debate." The metaphor passed Jeremiah by.
"S'what?" he mumbled, torn between two different questions.
"I'd like you to replace the silk with red dragon skin, of the younger, financially possible variety."
Jeremiah beamed. Now he understood, he was already taking visual measurements, undoing seams, and putting together a new bodice of leather and metallic trim that would rebuff even the dragon she would wear's revenge.
"Oh yes...pretty, wonderful, resplendent." His hammering made the room tense.
"So how much, when by, and will I be able to jump into lava a second time without dying?" she asked, eye brow raised, arms folded defensively across her chest. Only her husband got to visually undress her in public, and even he had to pay.