bringing the store to you!

[russet_goddess]

It's summer. And it's been a suitably long time since Zara last put things out for sale, so she's worked up a good stock again

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[dearcousin]

Ada, fan aflutter, looks over them shyly, from several paces away, just in case they were somehow meant for someone else.

[russet_goddess]

Zara is standing by, looking gruff and sooty. She points at the sign.

[dearcousin]

Ada starts. "Are they yours?"

[russet_goddess]

Eyeroll. "Not now. I'm giving them off."

[topofadmiration]

Hey, they've met before! Miranda beams at Zara and goes at once to look at them and feel which feel nice and which have pretty colors-- she seems somehow especially drawn to every shade which would look simply awful with her red hair. Then again, fathers hardly know about such things, so she has no way to know.

[russet_goddess]

Well, GOD, Zara can't just let her be disastrous by herself. She starts shuffling through looking for green.

[topofadmiration]

"Thou'rt passing clever," Miranda says admiringly, holding up a flowy saffron colored one.

[russet_goddess]

ARGH. "Put that down," she says shortly, for an answer. There's a good green one in here SOMEWHERE, she knows there is.

[shensitivity]

"Oh, darling, but how perfect!" Shenshen descends, in a flurry of ruffles that, migod, she has been wearing for months now. As far as she's concerned, Zara is her New Best Friend.

[russet_goddess]

Zara looks at her in mild concern. This woman is fluffy and enthusiastic, and if she tries to do something psychotic like, God help us, hug her, Zara is prepared to take defencive action. In the meantime she just nods in a taciturn fashion.

[phedre_25]

Phedre walks by... and stops in her tracks.

"Sweet Naamah!" She takes a step. Looks at her. "Mistress Zara, is it?" A bobbed curtsy.

[russet_goddess]

"That's right," a touch defencively. "How d'y' know me, then?"

[phedre_25]

“How would I not, when I have been seeking to hear of a seamstress for weeks? You came before I ventured to find you, is all, Madam,” Phedre replies, quietly and unoffensively, with a little smile.

“I am Phedre no Delaunay.” And her dress, which used to be a masterpiece, looks very worn, despite evident care.

[russet_goddess]

"Huh," is the eloquent reply.

[cyranosavignien]

There's a man with a big nose looking at all this - and pondering several things. He might be staring a little.

The dresses are beautiful.

[russet_goddess]

Zara glances at him for a moment, and finally says, "Ent got none in your size. Have t'take your measurements first and do one special."

[cyranosavignien]

Cyrano grins.

"Many thanks, Mistress, but it's not quite what was my thinking.I was pondering rather if you would perhaps like to work on something a little different."

[russet_goddess]

With fair wariness, "Well?"