She shouldn't sound so amused, but Annabel is very, very cute when she blushes.
"Miss Whitlock, let me be a little more direct." Her elbows come to rest on the counter, her voice more conversational. A friend's talk, instead of the purely polite customer. "The closest I've ever gotten in my memory to clothing myself for style's sake would be when there were options that were utterly unlike anything here. I muddled through well enough, but now that I actually have employment, that might not be sufficient. You clearly have a vision, you're talented and intelligent, and you've been here long enough to understand what would be acceptable."
A pause, to let the compliments sink in.
"Basics I can manage, of course, but when it comes to what would suit me specifically, what might fit in with the rest? I confess I'm somewhat at a loss."
And this is why, in the end, she'd come to a place that she knew was run by someone like them. Someone who came on the ferry. That crackle of uncertainty, of knowing that if no one was going home in a hurry, then there needed to be some degree of trying to adapt. Looks were always going to be part of it. She'd shifted to jean trousers, button up blouses on the ship, things close enough to what she knew to be comfortable. Now? Now, she can't just look at what's on offer and make a best guess.
Damn being employed. An adventurer can at least look as ludicrous as one might and no one raises a fuss. They're supposed to be odd.
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She shouldn't sound so amused, but Annabel is very, very cute when she blushes.
"Miss Whitlock, let me be a little more direct." Her elbows come to rest on the counter, her voice more conversational. A friend's talk, instead of the purely polite customer. "The closest I've ever gotten in my memory to clothing myself for style's sake would be when there were options that were utterly unlike anything here. I muddled through well enough, but now that I actually have employment, that might not be sufficient. You clearly have a vision, you're talented and intelligent, and you've been here long enough to understand what would be acceptable."
A pause, to let the compliments sink in.
"Basics I can manage, of course, but when it comes to what would suit me specifically, what might fit in with the rest? I confess I'm somewhat at a loss."
And this is why, in the end, she'd come to a place that she knew was run by someone like them. Someone who came on the ferry. That crackle of uncertainty, of knowing that if no one was going home in a hurry, then there needed to be some degree of trying to adapt. Looks were always going to be part of it. She'd shifted to jean trousers, button up blouses on the ship, things close enough to what she knew to be comfortable. Now? Now, she can't just look at what's on offer and make a best guess.
Damn being employed. An adventurer can at least look as ludicrous as one might and no one raises a fuss. They're supposed to be odd.