Post by Cherry Milerand on Feb 16, 2018 19:32:52 GMT -7
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She couldn't help but smirk as Mordecai explained the general ideas and themes for the event in question. He chose the exact sort of keywords someone like her needed in order to formulate her ideas, and between that and the way Mordecai posed himself with no instruction needed, it was quite clear that he'd done this sort of thing numerous times before. Cherry was glad to not have to prod him along his explanation and tell him what sort of words she needed to hear, as it allowed her mind to get to work right away as she began his measurements.
He finished the explanation with a question and she pulled back from measuring his outseam and tossed the length of her measuring tape over one shoulder. Glancing upwards to meet his eyes, her brows arched in amusement. "In my experience, there's really no such thing as waterproof without the aid of outside sorcery, which I do keep a couple of talents on hand at my store for, but fabric is..." She made a wavy gesture with one hand. "Not so great at holding spells for long periods of time, not substantial enough. I mean not unless it was woven from the getgo from a magcal material. But oh! Look at me telling you of all people." She laughed, having quite sincerely forgotten who she was talking to for a moment.
Mordecai managed a smirk in response and a subtle, gentlemanly chuckle; the pinnacle sound of a man who knew how to enjoy himself while still maintaining an air of refinement. "Yes, this I was aware of. I'm no stranger to charming various articles of clothing against the retention of moisture, but it's a bit tiresome to upkeep, particularly for multiple wearers who are incapable of performing the charm on themselves. As such, I was more inquiring as to what your thoughts were on more waterproof fabric choices, with no aid of sorcery needed."
She nodded at the clarification, and of course it certainly made sense; Mordecai, as The Supreme, was obviously a magical powerhouse for whom the act of waterproofing himself with a spell was likely child's play. But she could see how it could be annoying to have to refresh the spell on a routine basis, or cast it on multiple party guests. She tapped her chin with a most thoughtful fingertip. "As I said, there's really nothing to do regarding waterproof - not unless your idea of fashion is raincoats and rubber boots, at least - but water resistant is something I can do. I have plenty of fabrics that don't absorb water quite as well as others. So things like light spills and splashing water should roll right off. Oil treatment is also an option on more absorbent fabrics, but that tends to leave a smell and doesn't always agree with the tactile senses."
Mordecai nodded back at her, taking his own turn to appear thoughtful as he ran a few fingers down his well-kept beard. "Would it be particularly limiting to stick to those resistant fabrics of yours, then?"
"Hmmm... a bit, though I'm preeeetty sure I can still make it work for the sort of tastes you're going for! If what I'm thinking design-wise matches up to what you were thinking, then yes, it shouldn't be a problem to stick with those options."
At that, Mordecai turned and gestured at one of the waiting attendants. "Would you be so kind as to fetch some parchment for Mar Milerand?"
The attendant bowed briefly and departed, and wasn't gone for but a moment or two before he was back with a pad of parchment in hand and a quill. He took the liberty of spreading the parchment across a nearby table and dipping the quill into an ink well before then stepping aside, gesturing at Cherry in an accommodating fashion. She took the message easily enough and hopped over, plucking up the quill and setting to work on a quick, rough sketch.
Behind her, Mordecai stepped down from the podium and approached behind her, glancing over her shoulder.
"Here I'm thinking a deep red," she said to him as she pointed at one spot on her drawing. To her surprise, he reached out and tapped a finger on the spot, and the red color she had mentioned filled the area. She smiled brightly. "A liiiittle deeper."
Mordecai did that small chuckle of his again and made the adjustment.
The next few hours were more or less a repeating pattern of these events. After Mordecai was through, he would call in each of his family members and other important acquaintances whom would be his personal guests, and Cherry took each of their measurements one at a time. Afterwards, she would rough out a sketch for them, having it colored by Mordecai for better imagining, and once it received the approval of the individual in question, she would move on to the next person.
In between guests, she would plop down beside Vanya, excitedly describing to her the design she'd just fabricated using as descriptive a vocabulary as she could manage; Vanya informed her that she had been able to see before, after all, and so describing things like colors and physical details weren't lost on her. Cherry couldn't be sure, what with how mysterious the woman was, but she was fairly sure that if Vanya wasn't enjoying any of this, Cherry would have picked up on it. As it was, Vanya did seem to be having a nice time of things as far as Cherry could guess. Or maybe it was just because she had a steady intake of wine being offered to her.
Well!
At any rate, the work was finished now. Mordecai's son Jadon had been the last guest Cherry had just finished with, and he was also possibly the most excited; he was the one that Mordecai had said recommended Cherry in the first place, so he seemed quite beside himself to have her there measuring him and coming up with an outfit concept (and she'd been sure to thank him profusely for the rec). With her measurements recorded and her drawings arranged in a stack, it was time now for Cherry to take her leave of this gorgeous, lavish room. She was a little bummed, honestly.
"Well, your Eternal Superlusciousness," she said, turning back to Mordecai, who had patiently waited this entire time for each guest to be finished. "I think I have everything I need to get started. The timeframe is... a bit of a crunch, given how many of these I need to make, but it's certainly doable!"
Mordecai nodded at her, and offered an assuring (and confident) smile. "You will certainly be rewarded handsomely for the effort."
Cherry winked at him. "I'll hold you to it!"
She'd made clothes for lots of people before, including very rich people. But while King Toran's children had been known to visit her store and purchase some of the items on display there, she'd never been commissioned by one of them before. And so honestly, the prospect of how much dough she was going to make on this job was... certainly tantalizing.
Vanya was nearby getting her things together - or rather, simply collecting her coat and taking another bottle of wine that was offered to her, apparently courtesy of Mordecai. Cherry hadn't necessarily asked her yet, but she'd more or less assumed by the fact that the woman had stuck around for this long that she was willing to be the means of Cherry's departure, just as she'd been the means of her arrival. Besides, Cherry wouldn't have minded the opportunity to talk to her some more. Perhaps to keep cajoling her into letting Cherry design an outfit for her, or maybe... well, Cherry was in the market for a new personal conjurer to handle her storage and travel needs, since her previous one was retiring. She wondered if Vanya might be accepting new clients...
For now, though, she'd let Vanya and Mordecai make their final farewells.
Lets Get to Work
She couldn't help but smirk as Mordecai explained the general ideas and themes for the event in question. He chose the exact sort of keywords someone like her needed in order to formulate her ideas, and between that and the way Mordecai posed himself with no instruction needed, it was quite clear that he'd done this sort of thing numerous times before. Cherry was glad to not have to prod him along his explanation and tell him what sort of words she needed to hear, as it allowed her mind to get to work right away as she began his measurements.
He finished the explanation with a question and she pulled back from measuring his outseam and tossed the length of her measuring tape over one shoulder. Glancing upwards to meet his eyes, her brows arched in amusement. "In my experience, there's really no such thing as waterproof without the aid of outside sorcery, which I do keep a couple of talents on hand at my store for, but fabric is..." She made a wavy gesture with one hand. "Not so great at holding spells for long periods of time, not substantial enough. I mean not unless it was woven from the getgo from a magcal material. But oh! Look at me telling you of all people." She laughed, having quite sincerely forgotten who she was talking to for a moment.
Mordecai managed a smirk in response and a subtle, gentlemanly chuckle; the pinnacle sound of a man who knew how to enjoy himself while still maintaining an air of refinement. "Yes, this I was aware of. I'm no stranger to charming various articles of clothing against the retention of moisture, but it's a bit tiresome to upkeep, particularly for multiple wearers who are incapable of performing the charm on themselves. As such, I was more inquiring as to what your thoughts were on more waterproof fabric choices, with no aid of sorcery needed."
She nodded at the clarification, and of course it certainly made sense; Mordecai, as The Supreme, was obviously a magical powerhouse for whom the act of waterproofing himself with a spell was likely child's play. But she could see how it could be annoying to have to refresh the spell on a routine basis, or cast it on multiple party guests. She tapped her chin with a most thoughtful fingertip. "As I said, there's really nothing to do regarding waterproof - not unless your idea of fashion is raincoats and rubber boots, at least - but water resistant is something I can do. I have plenty of fabrics that don't absorb water quite as well as others. So things like light spills and splashing water should roll right off. Oil treatment is also an option on more absorbent fabrics, but that tends to leave a smell and doesn't always agree with the tactile senses."
Mordecai nodded back at her, taking his own turn to appear thoughtful as he ran a few fingers down his well-kept beard. "Would it be particularly limiting to stick to those resistant fabrics of yours, then?"
"Hmmm... a bit, though I'm preeeetty sure I can still make it work for the sort of tastes you're going for! If what I'm thinking design-wise matches up to what you were thinking, then yes, it shouldn't be a problem to stick with those options."
At that, Mordecai turned and gestured at one of the waiting attendants. "Would you be so kind as to fetch some parchment for Mar Milerand?"
The attendant bowed briefly and departed, and wasn't gone for but a moment or two before he was back with a pad of parchment in hand and a quill. He took the liberty of spreading the parchment across a nearby table and dipping the quill into an ink well before then stepping aside, gesturing at Cherry in an accommodating fashion. She took the message easily enough and hopped over, plucking up the quill and setting to work on a quick, rough sketch.
Behind her, Mordecai stepped down from the podium and approached behind her, glancing over her shoulder.
"Here I'm thinking a deep red," she said to him as she pointed at one spot on her drawing. To her surprise, he reached out and tapped a finger on the spot, and the red color she had mentioned filled the area. She smiled brightly. "A liiiittle deeper."
Mordecai did that small chuckle of his again and made the adjustment.
The next few hours were more or less a repeating pattern of these events. After Mordecai was through, he would call in each of his family members and other important acquaintances whom would be his personal guests, and Cherry took each of their measurements one at a time. Afterwards, she would rough out a sketch for them, having it colored by Mordecai for better imagining, and once it received the approval of the individual in question, she would move on to the next person.
In between guests, she would plop down beside Vanya, excitedly describing to her the design she'd just fabricated using as descriptive a vocabulary as she could manage; Vanya informed her that she had been able to see before, after all, and so describing things like colors and physical details weren't lost on her. Cherry couldn't be sure, what with how mysterious the woman was, but she was fairly sure that if Vanya wasn't enjoying any of this, Cherry would have picked up on it. As it was, Vanya did seem to be having a nice time of things as far as Cherry could guess. Or maybe it was just because she had a steady intake of wine being offered to her.
Well!
At any rate, the work was finished now. Mordecai's son Jadon had been the last guest Cherry had just finished with, and he was also possibly the most excited; he was the one that Mordecai had said recommended Cherry in the first place, so he seemed quite beside himself to have her there measuring him and coming up with an outfit concept (and she'd been sure to thank him profusely for the rec). With her measurements recorded and her drawings arranged in a stack, it was time now for Cherry to take her leave of this gorgeous, lavish room. She was a little bummed, honestly.
"Well, your Eternal Superlusciousness," she said, turning back to Mordecai, who had patiently waited this entire time for each guest to be finished. "I think I have everything I need to get started. The timeframe is... a bit of a crunch, given how many of these I need to make, but it's certainly doable!"
Mordecai nodded at her, and offered an assuring (and confident) smile. "You will certainly be rewarded handsomely for the effort."
Cherry winked at him. "I'll hold you to it!"
She'd made clothes for lots of people before, including very rich people. But while King Toran's children had been known to visit her store and purchase some of the items on display there, she'd never been commissioned by one of them before. And so honestly, the prospect of how much dough she was going to make on this job was... certainly tantalizing.
Vanya was nearby getting her things together - or rather, simply collecting her coat and taking another bottle of wine that was offered to her, apparently courtesy of Mordecai. Cherry hadn't necessarily asked her yet, but she'd more or less assumed by the fact that the woman had stuck around for this long that she was willing to be the means of Cherry's departure, just as she'd been the means of her arrival. Besides, Cherry wouldn't have minded the opportunity to talk to her some more. Perhaps to keep cajoling her into letting Cherry design an outfit for her, or maybe... well, Cherry was in the market for a new personal conjurer to handle her storage and travel needs, since her previous one was retiring. She wondered if Vanya might be accepting new clients...
For now, though, she'd let Vanya and Mordecai make their final farewells.
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