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Characters: aiursfavoredson, purrinpumpkin, and justiceisdue
Location: Out and about in the shopping district
Rating: PG
Time: January 11th
Description: Tassadar and Selendis work on mending the rift between them, and Blair helps out.
[Selendis didn't mind if it made her seem vain, but she couldn't stand having only one set of clothing any longer. Especially since she'd been in the sewers, run through the mud and been in bloody battles since she'd arrived here. It was safe to say that her clothes, and Tassadar's, had seen better days. The armor was easy to clean up, the cloth, not so much.
So, as a very awkward attempt to keeping them from drifting further apart, she suggested they find a tailor in the city. Nothing would match the quality or likeness of what they were used to, but at the very least they could be a bit warmer. The tailor they'd found had been slightly terrified of them, and it taken awhile to figure out measurements, but they'd been successful. All that was left was to wait for the clothing to be made.
At the moment, the two of them were on their way out of the shopping district, ignoring any and all stares sent in their direction. It wasn't often they came down from the rooftops, after all. Selendis had been quiet for some time, unable to find anything to say to Tassadar and hoping 'companionable silence' was acceptable.]
Location: Out and about in the shopping district
Rating: PG
Time: January 11th
Description: Tassadar and Selendis work on mending the rift between them, and Blair helps out.
[Selendis didn't mind if it made her seem vain, but she couldn't stand having only one set of clothing any longer. Especially since she'd been in the sewers, run through the mud and been in bloody battles since she'd arrived here. It was safe to say that her clothes, and Tassadar's, had seen better days. The armor was easy to clean up, the cloth, not so much.
So, as a very awkward attempt to keeping them from drifting further apart, she suggested they find a tailor in the city. Nothing would match the quality or likeness of what they were used to, but at the very least they could be a bit warmer. The tailor they'd found had been slightly terrified of them, and it taken awhile to figure out measurements, but they'd been successful. All that was left was to wait for the clothing to be made.
At the moment, the two of them were on their way out of the shopping district, ignoring any and all stares sent in their direction. It wasn't often they came down from the rooftops, after all. Selendis had been quiet for some time, unable to find anything to say to Tassadar and hoping 'companionable silence' was acceptable.]