Chapter 7
"Now let me get this straight" the former maid said "Ye don't know what the job is, but ye're going to the interview because someone thinks ye can do this job, wow, I mean, if ye think it's good fer ye, well go ahead."
Lalasa was wrapping the last of Shelaya's purchases into paper bags.
"Thanks for the support Lalasa, and you've helped me a lot, I promise I'll be back soon to pay you, if I get this job" Shelaya called to the dress maker.
"Goddess bless Shelaya!" She yelled out "Poor dear, doesn't even remember her family, Mithros Guide her." She murmured to herself.
Shelaya paused at the door, "Oh shoot, I came here for something and I totally forgot about it" She went back into the shop. "Sorry Lalasa, I forgot to ask you something, which was why I actually came to this shop. Do you know where the Dancing Dove is?"
"The Dancing Dove, why ever for, yer too young to drink child."
"Oh no, not for drinking, for my job"
"Yer job!! In the Dancing Dove" She raised her eyebrows, Well it's none of my business, "Uh…it's just around this corner, go straight and ye'll find a large inn, be careful Shelaya"
" I will, and thank you again Lalasa" this time the girl went out of the shop and followed the directions.
Shelaya walked into the inn cautiously.
Men guffawed and laughed loudly as they drank their wine, music played, scantily dressed women weaved their way among the men, dancing, serving, talking, chattering, giggling, just like common women should do. Shelaya didn't know she was a noble, but she was still embarrassed for these women. Oh well.
She walked towards the bartender. "Uh, excuse me"
The bald burly man looked down at her "How can I help ye miss?"
He asked her as if it was common for children to wonder towards a bar.
"Uh, I'm looking for the Rogue"
The man chuckled "And why would ye need the Rogue fer?" He asked
She fished in her pocket for the parchment. He looked at it for a few seconds, he gave it back to her and said "I'll give ye a room and food fer today, someone will be coming t' ye tonight, dress well." He grabbed her hand and led her towards the stairs, which wound upwards to other rooms.
"Uh I left my horse outside" she said
"Bein' taken care of, no worries lass."
He opened a room and led her inside "Special accommodations, courtesy of the old King" And he walked out.
"Whaa…?"
She shook her head and decided to sleep for a few hours to get ready for her interview later on.
"Li'le missy, wake up, time ta git drissed, you were supowseta git driised a while ago now. Go on git up please."
Shelaya's natural distress and reflexes made her leap up from the bed and grab the person/intruder in the bed room in a painful double arm twist and press it against their back.
"Ay, ay, s'alright, 'm only 'ere to git you drissed, though ah don't know fer the life o' me why I'm gittin' this job, y'ed think a girl would 'ave more work to do then to lounge 'round and driss up girls fer the old king. Now there was a king, mother tells me 'e was loyal as a person can be as a king. He was soo….." The person would have go on and on if Shelaya hadn't let her go and spun her around and said "Uh, I don't need help dressing."
"Yes y'do"
Shelaya breathed and said resignedly "Alright" Feeling ever so…drained?
"M'name is Feyone li''e miss, whass yours?"
"Uh…Shelaya"
Shelaya looked at Feyone, looked at her very carefully. Feyone was dressed in a dark purple outfit. She had loose satin breeches on, the sort that bunched up around her waist, and both ankles (sort of Arabian like). Over those she had a lighter purple silk tunic. The tunic was a piece of cloth with just an opening for the head (like a Mexican poncho but much smaller) There were no sleeves. The tunic was worn, placing your head through the opening. There were holes on the sides of the tuning, and two silk laces were threaded through these holes on both sides of the dress (like sneakers) and tied in a pretty fashion when they reached just below Feyone's hip bone. The tunic itself reached mid-thigh. Under the tunic, Feyone wore a see through dark purple shirt. The tunic was also adjusted to make Feyone look seductive by making the neckline really low, so that if she wasn't wearing a shirt underneath, a sufficient amount of cleavage would be showing.
Shelaya's eyes looked at Feyone's feature. She looked to be about seventeen, she had black hair and dark brown eyes, a fine scar ran the left side of her face and another through her left eyebrow. Other than that Feyone was rather pretty, her skin was pale next to Shelaya's golden skin.
And she was rather short.
Shelaya was a bit perplexed and she told Feyone so "Excuse me, if you don't mind me saying, you don't …look like a maid or - or …"
The shorter, older girl gave small klip of girlish giggle "That's cause I'm not, I work 'ere, but no 'ere if ye git ma drift" She winked conspiratorially at Shelaya.
Shelaya did not, but she still nodded. She felt, amused and humoured by this funny girl, and she felt she could trust her straight away.
"Right Shelaya" She said in her uncultured accent "Let's find ye somethin t'wear eh?"
The girl bustled about, and searched through Shelaya's saddlebag, which she had put her clothes in.
"Hmmm…well it's not Midwinter, but it'll be soon, so I suggist ye'wear jist this tunic like dress and skirt. My my, this is very good quality, where'd ye git it from, never mind, let's get ye cleaned up and dressed."
Feyone then went on to dunk Shelaya into a warm bubbly bath tub, scrub her clean, pull her out, dry her wild cascade of hair that was until now tied up.
"My, aren't ye beoootiful, lovely 'air I must say Shelaya, mmmm"
She brushed Shelaya's now dried hair until it shone.
Helping Shelaya into her clothes which were: A burdungy tunic which reached her lower thigh, with a split in the material from hip downwards. The tunic was body hugging from the top and flared out after her hip line, so the rest of the material from hip and downwards swished around. The material was silk with a layer of cotton underneath to stop the silk from being soaked with sweat. It was plain with a single rose embroidered on the breast area with thick red thread. The sleeves were short, coming only to her elbow and holding tightly to her skin, the dress itself was far from loose on Shelaya
The skirt was a deep dark red almost purple. It looked like a skirt, but it was really a pair of very loose pants that looked cool and light to wear. The material was very light but not see through. Shelaya looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked very…bloody, with green eyes. She complained about this to Feyone.
"Don't be silly gal, Ye look lovely, I'd kill to 'ave 'air like yers, beootiful, ye're. Red jist matches ye.
Now all we need t'do is tied yer hair up like so, twist it and brush it and curl and there we go!"
Shelaya looked at her hair, it was… well…a Creation. And with one ribbon too
"Wow, you're um…really good, thank you, c-could I just ask, what sort of job this is?"
"Ye don't know? Ah…well. Ye've been given th'parchemnt so ye've been recommended, which means ye'll be good at this job, and since ye don't know, well, it must mean I 'am not suppowsta say anything. Now eat this, I'll be back in a few minutes to take ye fer yer interview. Ye gat a weapon or two?"
Shelaya looked puzzled but nodded.
"Now let me get this straight" the former maid said "Ye don't know what the job is, but ye're going to the interview because someone thinks ye can do this job, wow, I mean, if ye think it's good fer ye, well go ahead."
Lalasa was wrapping the last of Shelaya's purchases into paper bags.
"Thanks for the support Lalasa, and you've helped me a lot, I promise I'll be back soon to pay you, if I get this job" Shelaya called to the dress maker.
"Goddess bless Shelaya!" She yelled out "Poor dear, doesn't even remember her family, Mithros Guide her." She murmured to herself.
Shelaya paused at the door, "Oh shoot, I came here for something and I totally forgot about it" She went back into the shop. "Sorry Lalasa, I forgot to ask you something, which was why I actually came to this shop. Do you know where the Dancing Dove is?"
"The Dancing Dove, why ever for, yer too young to drink child."
"Oh no, not for drinking, for my job"
"Yer job!! In the Dancing Dove" She raised her eyebrows, Well it's none of my business, "Uh…it's just around this corner, go straight and ye'll find a large inn, be careful Shelaya"
" I will, and thank you again Lalasa" this time the girl went out of the shop and followed the directions.
Shelaya walked into the inn cautiously.
Men guffawed and laughed loudly as they drank their wine, music played, scantily dressed women weaved their way among the men, dancing, serving, talking, chattering, giggling, just like common women should do. Shelaya didn't know she was a noble, but she was still embarrassed for these women. Oh well.
She walked towards the bartender. "Uh, excuse me"
The bald burly man looked down at her "How can I help ye miss?"
He asked her as if it was common for children to wonder towards a bar.
"Uh, I'm looking for the Rogue"
The man chuckled "And why would ye need the Rogue fer?" He asked
She fished in her pocket for the parchment. He looked at it for a few seconds, he gave it back to her and said "I'll give ye a room and food fer today, someone will be coming t' ye tonight, dress well." He grabbed her hand and led her towards the stairs, which wound upwards to other rooms.
"Uh I left my horse outside" she said
"Bein' taken care of, no worries lass."
He opened a room and led her inside "Special accommodations, courtesy of the old King" And he walked out.
"Whaa…?"
She shook her head and decided to sleep for a few hours to get ready for her interview later on.
"Li'le missy, wake up, time ta git drissed, you were supowseta git driised a while ago now. Go on git up please."
Shelaya's natural distress and reflexes made her leap up from the bed and grab the person/intruder in the bed room in a painful double arm twist and press it against their back.
"Ay, ay, s'alright, 'm only 'ere to git you drissed, though ah don't know fer the life o' me why I'm gittin' this job, y'ed think a girl would 'ave more work to do then to lounge 'round and driss up girls fer the old king. Now there was a king, mother tells me 'e was loyal as a person can be as a king. He was soo….." The person would have go on and on if Shelaya hadn't let her go and spun her around and said "Uh, I don't need help dressing."
"Yes y'do"
Shelaya breathed and said resignedly "Alright" Feeling ever so…drained?
"M'name is Feyone li''e miss, whass yours?"
"Uh…Shelaya"
Shelaya looked at Feyone, looked at her very carefully. Feyone was dressed in a dark purple outfit. She had loose satin breeches on, the sort that bunched up around her waist, and both ankles (sort of Arabian like). Over those she had a lighter purple silk tunic. The tunic was a piece of cloth with just an opening for the head (like a Mexican poncho but much smaller) There were no sleeves. The tunic was worn, placing your head through the opening. There were holes on the sides of the tuning, and two silk laces were threaded through these holes on both sides of the dress (like sneakers) and tied in a pretty fashion when they reached just below Feyone's hip bone. The tunic itself reached mid-thigh. Under the tunic, Feyone wore a see through dark purple shirt. The tunic was also adjusted to make Feyone look seductive by making the neckline really low, so that if she wasn't wearing a shirt underneath, a sufficient amount of cleavage would be showing.
Shelaya's eyes looked at Feyone's feature. She looked to be about seventeen, she had black hair and dark brown eyes, a fine scar ran the left side of her face and another through her left eyebrow. Other than that Feyone was rather pretty, her skin was pale next to Shelaya's golden skin.
And she was rather short.
Shelaya was a bit perplexed and she told Feyone so "Excuse me, if you don't mind me saying, you don't …look like a maid or - or …"
The shorter, older girl gave small klip of girlish giggle "That's cause I'm not, I work 'ere, but no 'ere if ye git ma drift" She winked conspiratorially at Shelaya.
Shelaya did not, but she still nodded. She felt, amused and humoured by this funny girl, and she felt she could trust her straight away.
"Right Shelaya" She said in her uncultured accent "Let's find ye somethin t'wear eh?"
The girl bustled about, and searched through Shelaya's saddlebag, which she had put her clothes in.
"Hmmm…well it's not Midwinter, but it'll be soon, so I suggist ye'wear jist this tunic like dress and skirt. My my, this is very good quality, where'd ye git it from, never mind, let's get ye cleaned up and dressed."
Feyone then went on to dunk Shelaya into a warm bubbly bath tub, scrub her clean, pull her out, dry her wild cascade of hair that was until now tied up.
"My, aren't ye beoootiful, lovely 'air I must say Shelaya, mmmm"
She brushed Shelaya's now dried hair until it shone.
Helping Shelaya into her clothes which were: A burdungy tunic which reached her lower thigh, with a split in the material from hip downwards. The tunic was body hugging from the top and flared out after her hip line, so the rest of the material from hip and downwards swished around. The material was silk with a layer of cotton underneath to stop the silk from being soaked with sweat. It was plain with a single rose embroidered on the breast area with thick red thread. The sleeves were short, coming only to her elbow and holding tightly to her skin, the dress itself was far from loose on Shelaya
The skirt was a deep dark red almost purple. It looked like a skirt, but it was really a pair of very loose pants that looked cool and light to wear. The material was very light but not see through. Shelaya looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked very…bloody, with green eyes. She complained about this to Feyone.
"Don't be silly gal, Ye look lovely, I'd kill to 'ave 'air like yers, beootiful, ye're. Red jist matches ye.
Now all we need t'do is tied yer hair up like so, twist it and brush it and curl and there we go!"
Shelaya looked at her hair, it was… well…a Creation. And with one ribbon too
"Wow, you're um…really good, thank you, c-could I just ask, what sort of job this is?"
"Ye don't know? Ah…well. Ye've been given th'parchemnt so ye've been recommended, which means ye'll be good at this job, and since ye don't know, well, it must mean I 'am not suppowsta say anything. Now eat this, I'll be back in a few minutes to take ye fer yer interview. Ye gat a weapon or two?"
Shelaya looked puzzled but nodded.