Post by Guenivere Aberneathy on Mar 2, 2008 17:32:32 GMT -5
Guenivere was not usually one for parties, but she could never pass up a masquerade. She stood in the middle of the tailor's shop, in a stool, while the tailor took measurements for her dress. Because of Guenivere's odd proportions, being petite but having long legs, there was not a dress in the shop that fit her. Because of this, she was having to have on specially made.
She had decided to go as a phoenix, the bird of rebirth, and had already gotten her mask. Now she just needed her dress. As soon as the tailor finished taking measurements, he moved to pick the fabric. He grabbed a few samples and put it against her skin. They both decided on a dark maroon velvet. The dress was going to be gorgeous when completed.
The door opened and Guenivere moved to look but changed her mind halfway and went back to her own business.
She had decided to go as a phoenix, the bird of rebirth, and had already gotten her mask. Now she just needed her dress. As soon as the tailor finished taking measurements, he moved to pick the fabric. He grabbed a few samples and put it against her skin. They both decided on a dark maroon velvet. The dress was going to be gorgeous when completed.
The door opened and Guenivere moved to look but changed her mind halfway and went back to her own business.
