Fashion Show (Nobles)

Skye smiles broadly and says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "My dear honoured guests and
gatecrashers, Thank you for taking the time to come and welcome to the Asterian Restoration's
Crafter's Fair 691AF."

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "I'm Skye and I'll be your host for the first half of
our fashion show."

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "Before we begin, let me just give you a quick run
through of what to expect."

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "For our "Nobles" presentation, we have eight lovely
ladies and one dapper gentleman strutting their stuff on the walkway to show off the works of our
anonymous but very very talented designers."

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "Later for our "Adventurers" presentation, there will be
three handsome gentlemen and three pretty ladies."

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "Each will be given about five minutes to prance for
your perusal, so take this opportunity to admire them booties but please try not to fluster them
with catcalling or excessive gestures!"

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "At the end the "Nobles" presentation I'll give you
another rundown of each model, after which you'll be given a chance to vote."

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "Simply send your votes by TELLS to our ever so tinkly
Ms Taraus, stating the model's number and the section. For example: Nobles #1 or Nobles #2."

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "With that out of the way, and without further ado,
let's bring out our very first model of the day!"

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She is a winged atavian, slender and petite. Her lean dancer's body has been enhanced with the
muscles one would develop from hunting for many decades and yet softened from years of motherhood.
Her smooth, supple form displays a more full curve to the hips, and a soft, generous bosom. Wide,
light-green eyes must often look up to others, from her lower height. Just above and between those
eyes, embedded in her forehead, is a brilliant fire opal, representing her birthright and passionate
spirit. Bright hair, shimmering like warm cinnamon and honey in the sun, falls haphazardly around
her face and down her shoulders in soft curls. Copper tendrils sway to and fro giving small glimpses
of the white arc of her neck, creating a forest of red against her pale flesh.  Standing tall and
proud her wings shimmer behind her, light purple feathers infused with iridescent green crystals,
resembling two fields of lavender when they unfurl. Though slight, soft and short, her posture is
proud and it is clear she is strong and spirited.

She is wearing:
   a short teal cape with a lining of ivory satin
   a shimmering gown of blue-green silk
   embellished ivory heeled shoes
   long ivory gloves with a blue and green motif
   a pearl and sea glass pendant
   a silver haircomb with pearls and sea glass

Jewellery:
   a pearl and sea glass drop earring through her left ear

Gliding stately through the curtains Allene, appears in an elegant gown of shimmering blue and green
silk, her full skirts rustling softly as her ivory high-heeled shoes click commandingly on the
catwalk. A small teal capelet drapes over her delicate shoulders as she pauses for a moment to allow
the rest of her material to settle before confidently beginning her journey down the runway, sea glass
earrings swinging with every step she takes.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "The inspiration for the gown comes from the sea,
evidenced in its bright yet changing colours and the ivory of breaking waves."

Allene passes an ivory-gloved hand up her lithe torso, adjusting the cloud of ivory organza at her
decolletage. Minute pearls wink from the embroidered bodice as she pauses at the end of the runway.
Each tilt and turn of her ruddy head draws attention to an ornate pearl and seaglass comb nestled
within her elegantly coiffed cinnamon-hued curls.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "Sleeveless and strapless to allude to the fun one has in
the sun, yet a cape and gloves are included to warm the exposed skin at night, for cool breezes off
the ocean are not to be trifled with."

Allene smiles brightly as she sedately turns back towards the curtain. A flash of pale satin can be
seen as she swings a small, teal capelet off of her shoulders to show off the tight lacing at the back
of her bodice and let her wings unfurl in lavender splendor.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "Swirls and whorls of embroidery throughout all the pieces
call to mind the rolling waves while the pearl and sea glass accents reference all the bounty the sea
has to offer."

Reaching the curtains once more Allene, twirls quickly, the silk of her full skirts whispering one
final time before she disappears from sight.

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She is a graceful tsol'aa and is demure with soft honey blonde hair flowing down her back in loose
curls that dance as she moves. She has a marquise-cut, pale sapphire set into the middle of her
forehead. Her milky white skin glistens and seems to glow. Clear sky blue eyes, shimmer in the
daylight, accentuating her kind smile and diminutive nose. She is far from willowy, though she is
nearly quite tall. She carries herself with a quiet dignity.

She is wearing:
   a corseted doublet of shimmering blues
   a glistening pair of ray skin trousers
   a pair of nacreous shoes with twisted heels
   a twisted coral tiara of blue and white
   a silken veil of nacreous hues
   a small seashell necklace
   a sea serpent ourobori ring

Gliding effortlessly onto stage, Lisbethae emerges from behind the heavy curtains and lifts her chin,
a towering paragon of a contemporary priestess in dark blues and purples. Her elevated station is
marked by a delicate tiara of coral atop her head which has been affixed to a floor-length veil of
nacreous hues that falls around her form in a waterfall of silken fabric.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "The inspiration was derived from our model, Lisbethae's
life. She is a priestess who nearly always wears the robes from her Order."

Reaching the end of the runway, Lisbethae stands for a moment, allowing those assembled to take stock
of her ensemble. The glistening sheen of copper and sapphire glint off of the pebbled texture of her
trousers, as she puts her hand inside the edge of the doublet neck, showing off the dark ocean and
amethyst brocade in the light. A corraline serpent ring sparkles on her right ring finger, its eyes
flashing crimson.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "The designers wanted to be able to give her something
that a noble in Cyrene could wear while still paying homage to her Order."

Tipping one shoe on its heel to draw attention to its subtle pattern of amethyst and sapphire,
Lisbethae spins around on the twisted coral heels, preparing to walk back down the runway. Turning
her head, she brushes a stray hair from her face with her left hand, lifting a delicate seashell
necklace up with a coy smile, before letting the chain fall and gliding back toward the curtain.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "This collection is their vision of the modern Nereian
noble."

Pausing once more, Lisbethae sweeps the nacreous veil aside to show off the silouhette of her
ensemble. Tightly fitted and boned, the contours of the clothing showcase her noble stature; the
jewelery glints in the light casting refractory rainbows. Bowing her head in a graceful curtsey,
Lisbethae is once more hidden by the gossamer veil. It flutters back covering her form in writhing
blue; she sweeps the curtain aside and disappears behind it.

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He is a graceful tsol'aa. His arms are long and slender and he carries himself with restrained pride
and alertness, which shows in the way he stands his full five feet and nine inches of height. His
eyes are gray, intent and watchful and his lips are often kept in a half-smile as if amused by
something only he understands. Deep scars adorn his arms. The right is carved with diagonal slashes
while the left is an intricate pattern of crawling vines with roses blooming amidst the thorns. His
coal-black hair is slightly long, reaching to the nape of his neck and kept in place with a cord of
leather.

He is wearing:
   a prestigious jacket with silver braid adornments
   a crisp, dignified shirt of dark silver
   formal soldier's trousers of pale silver
   polished military boots with lustrous buckles
   a silver ring of a regal arctic bear
   a silver torc of regal arctic bears

Weapon holders:
   a scabbard of charcoal leather

Misc:
   a pair of silver, arctic bear cufflinks

Skye gestures for Kaden to step out.

Terza Rima, an arctic bear strides out of the curtains on all fours and scans his surroundings with
keen alertness. He grunts in apparent satisfaction before turning back towards the curtains and bowing
low. The curtain parts and Kaden walks out with the self-assured stride of nobility. He pauses to nod
curtly at his ursine honour guard and adjust his jacket sleeves, cufflinks gleaming as they catch the
light in turn.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "A soldier's discipline and poise draws not to a halt once
stepping foot off the battlefield."

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "It permeates every action and motion in their life."

Taking a final step at the runway's end, Kaden begins to unbutton his formal outerware and with a
deliberate motion draws the jacket aside to expose the contrasting hues of the garment beneath. He
rests his nondominant hand over the hilt of the sword on his hip as he shifts to show off the finely
polished torc he's wearing.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "An air of refinement is well demonstrated through action
and words, yet to demand the respect of a Noble, one must look the part."

Kaden idly strokes the hilt of his ceremonial sword. Its gold-plated surface distinctly accentuates
the colour of the rubies set on the finely wrought silver ring resting on his ring finger. With a snap
of his heels, he then brings fist to heart and bows deeply. He gives a roguish grin, the flash of his
teeth giving hint to the sharp ferocity lying dormant underneath his noble demeanor before turning on
a heel of his polished, military-style boots to exit.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "Nobles of honourable bloodline often have a symbol
marking familial achievement or philosophy. Model number three, Kaden Ashaela and his companion, Terza
Rima lend inspiration for the design."

Kaden stops just before reaching the drawn curtains and turns to face the crowd once more. With a
genial nod of the head he faces one side of the catwalk and then the next to offer a final, fleeting
view of the sterling garb. As he turns to leave, he lets his hand rest on the helmet of his companion
and both warriors disappear behind the curtains.

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She is a beautiful siren. Rolled into an uplifted, tight bun, Ilen's auburn tresses rest regally
atop her head, the red highlights gleaming like gold. A few wispy strands remain loose, framing her
sharp, angular facial features, high cheekbones, and narrow chin. Almond-shaped eyes of a brilliant
emerald glitter with vitality, their gleaming brighness enhanced by her thick, dark lashes. A pert,
freckled nose rests above healthy pink lips, a tone nearly matched by her flushed cheeks. Standing
near five and a half feet tall, Ilen's feminine curves accent her athletic figure, her skin tone a
healthy tan in shade.

She is wearing:
   a saffron silk sari ornately worked with amber
   a copper brocade sari blouse
   heeled copper satin peep-toe shoes
   a saffron silk ribbon winding through the hair
   a beaded copper wire butterfly armband

Jewellery:
   an ornate chandelier earring of amber butterflies through her right ear
   an ornate chandelier earring of amber butterflies through her left ear

Ilen emerges from the curtain, her head held high and her hands clasped lightly at her chest. She
nods respectfully to each side of the audience, a pair of ornate chandelier amber butterfly earrings
tinkling musically with the movement. The matching amber butterflies bordering her sari catch the
light as she walks gracefully down the runway.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "Our fourth designer loves doing formal designs, because
when one puts so much work into a series of unique pieces to be worn on special occasions, the pieces
always carry those memories."

Ilen pauses at the end of the runway, holding her right arm out to the side with the free end of the
sari draped over it to display a brocade sari blouse without hindrance. As she shifts, the light
filters through a beaded copper wire butterfly armband on her bare left arm, causing honeyed shadows
to dapple her feet.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "They are fond of saris as they are not commonly used and
the elegant drape creates a silhouette much different from that of a traditional gown, as well as
leaving the arms and waist bare to showcase accessories."

Ilen tucks her left foot behind her right, twirling about sharply but gracefully. The carefully tucked
skirt of the sari swishes about her ankles, revealing a pair of stiletto peep-toe shoes. She pauses
for a moment, glancing back at the audience with a soft smile. Her right arm returns to her chest, the
end of the sari draping over her shoulder as she sashays elegantly back up the runway.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "This ensemble is done in shades of copper, saffron, and
amber to evoke the warmth of the sun in a butterfly garden."

Ilen rests her left hand on her hip as she turns to face the audience once more at the back of the
runway. She brings her hands together in prayer form and bows respectfully, showcasing a saffron silk
ribbon winding through her hair before she turns back and walks behind the curtain.

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She is a human who stands just under five foot seven in height. Stark platinum hair runs straight
down her back to her shoulder blades. A pair of bright crystal blue eyes peek out of a sharply
defined face, while an escarbuncle within a border sits branded into her left cheek. A lightly
tanned body, slight and athletically slender, sets the canvas for her decorated skin, with toned and
wiry muscles hidden below the surface. Upon her left leg, drawing from ankle to waist, rests an
intricate and twisting vine tattoo, capped off with a bright blue crystal with a figure inside.

She is wearing:
   a trailing cape of velvet and silk
   an elegantly embroidered satin gown
   a heavy sash of embroidered silk
   dainty slippers of silk and leather
   an ivory snowflake pendant
   an ivory snowflake tiara

Skye turns and glances at the swaying Ilen before looking back up for Kei.

Sweeping the curtains aside with her arm, Kei glides forth with purpose, cerulean and azure satin
swirling around her legs as she comes to a stop by the hanging curtains. When the cloth settles, she
resumes her stride down the runway, fabric trailing in her wake.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "When Designer Five first decided to take part in this
fashion show, they looked around and asked themselves, "What could be more Noble than the mountains?""
Kei halts at the end of the runway, letting satin and silk fall into place around her as she places
her hand prominently on a cocked hip, light glinting off of an ivory snowflake bracelet. Her other
hand sweeps her hair and cape back away from the dangling pendant, sparkling in the light as well.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "The first blossom of an idea began to form. They took the
colours from the sky as well as the mountains themselves, pairing up various shades of blue until they
found a combination that felt appropriate to them."

Catching the edge of her cape, Kei spins in a swirl of embroidered cloth, hooking the cape over her
shoulder as she glances behind her. She gives a smile and a wink over her shoulder before returning
up the runway in easy, gliding steps.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "From there, they found several flowers which grow in and
around my home of Cyrene and along with the seemingly ever present snow, their theme was complete."

Looking over her shoulder one last time, Kei pauses at the curtains and sweeps her cape back behind
her as she twirls, facing the crowd again with a hand on her hip. She barely lets the fabric settle
before setting it to spin again, catching the curtain with her hand and vanishing from the stage.

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Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "Thanks Kei! And now here comes Lenn!"

Lenn emerges from behind the curtains in a quick flow of movement, a pair of butterflies in her hair
flapping their wings as if landing. Pausing only briefly to look at the crowd, she soon makes her
way down the runway in a practiced stride. Dangling feathers attached to her choker flap behind her,
while the little butterflies flap slightly in protest as they're carried forward.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "Designer Six's inspiration was the red admiral butterfly,
the grace and beauty such a simple creature carries."

Reaching the end of the runway, Lenn stops into a short curtsey, pulling her skirt up momentarily just
enough to reveal scintillating stockings of sheer silk worn beneath. Her eyes remain low as takes
another look at the crowd. The little butterflies in her hair settle down with her, revealed to be
adornments instead of actual well-trained insects.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "They wanted to capture the fact that though they are
the most common butterfly in the realms, it doesn't diminish their allure."

Lenn does a slow twirl meant to give a full look at the garment from all sides, though her controlled
movements emphasize the high heels of her butterfly-themed boots as well, as she gracefully avoids
tripping. Rather than facing the crowd at the end, she faces the curtain, carefully walking back
toward it.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "They also admit to feeling some whimsicality. Each piece
was designed to evoke that sense in the wearer."

Lenn turns just before reaching the curtain, giving a final curtsey, light gleaming off of an embossed
silver bangle bracelet worn on her wrist, before slipping out of sight as quickly as she arrived.

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She is a tiger-like rajamala. She stands at approximately five feet, four inches tall.  Lustrous
mahogany hair falls in a straight length to her waist, parted on the side so the thick strands
gently frame her deep lavender eyes.  An ebony strand rests along her left cheek, standing out
against the lighter locks it rests among.  Her wide mouth is often curved into a genuine smile that
brings a sparkle to her eyes while showing her sharp canines, and a few light freckles adorn the
aristocratic nose resting above it between high cheekbones naturally blushed a dusky rose.  Long,
lean limbs are in perfect proportion to her body, its slim lines gracefully curved in a womanly
fashion, and light yellowish fur covers her entire body.

She is wearing:
   a faux opossum fur-lined gown of red taffeta
   leather stiletto-heeled boots with silver chains
   a white gold opossum coronet
   a musician's delicate silver circlet
   a ruby opossum pendant necklace

Containers:
   a silk knapsack with comedy mask beads

Skye reaches under the runway for a net before exaggeratedly dropping it with a guilty look at Jurixe.

She innocently turns towards Phelia with a welcoming smile.

Pushing the curtains open, Phelia emerges from the back of the stage. She keeps her hands on the
curtains for a few seconds before placing her hands on her hips and strides down the runway, showing
off her long, red sleeves. Her slippers click and skirt moves, allowing for a peek at her faux fur-
lined, red taffeta slippers.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "Noble represents many things but Model Seven's outfit is
a representation of a Duchess."

Phelia reaches the end of the runway, pausing and turning her body to allow for the garments to be
shown. The white gold of the necklace and coronet shine as Phelia turns slightly and glides her
fingers down her faux opossum fur neck lining.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "But that isn't all! The real inspiration of this noble
attire is some love to strut around in luxury furs."

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "With this new fashion line being shown today, you won't
have to worry about harming furry little creatures because it is all based on faux fur!"

Ellodin looks curiously at all of the Rajamala present.

Arriving at the curtains, Phelia looks back towards the audience with a slight smirk to allow a
glimpse of the ribbon tied up the back of her gown. She twirls once more, allowing for one more glance
at the gown before disappearing from sight.

Ruth looks down at herself, before staring implacably at Ellodin.

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She is a tiger-like rajamala. Her diminutive form, barely 4' 4", is covered in soft jet black fur. A
small white mark can be found upon the tip of her effeminate nose. Continuing down towards her
cheeks, it follows through to her neck. Her waist-length black mane has been weaved through the
rings of her circlet before giving way to a four-stranded lace braid. Conforming to the contours of
her fur, the braids reveal the nape of her neck every now and again. Adding a slight touch of
femininity, a single lock of hair gently touches her cheek, wispy and wild in nature.

She is wearing:
   a red velvet riding jacket cut for a feminine form
   snugly fitted ivory breeches trimmed in black
   elegant riding boots inset with midnight lace
   a white and rose gold heart link riding circlet
   a white and rose gold cravat pin with rubies
   a crisply folded and knotted cravat of ivory silk

Skye gives Phelia one last patter of applause before gesturing to Lucine.

The curtains part to reveal an elegantly attired rajamala whose ebony fur contrasts perfectly with the
rich crimson and cream colours of her riding habit. Lucine strikes a pose, flexing the whip in her
hand, then strides confidently down the run way, the ripple and play of her muscles clearly displayed
by the snug fit of her ivory breeches.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "Our Number Eight, Lucine, is dressed for both comfort and
style in tailored riding habit cut to show off her finest dressage form."

Lucine pauses at the centre of the catwalk, tilting her head to one side to display the intricate
folds of the pleated cravat. As she turns to continue, a stray beam of light catches the fiery
sparkle of the stunning ruby cravat pin, winking from deep within the rosette folds of the neckpiece.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "The combination of sensual fabrics and meticulous
tailoring transform typically masculine breeches and riding jacket into a daring outfit that shows off
feminine skill and strength."

At the end of the runway, Lucine pauses, pivoting on the low, feminine heels of the elegantly cut
boots. She twists her wrist to catch hold of the lash with her paw, drawing it up by the handy
bracelet loop that keeps it close to hand. Whirling the lash once above her head, the diminutive
rajamala draws it back with a snap and a loud crack before turning to stride back toward the curtain,
the lash swinging at her side.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "From the kitten heels of elegant riding boots to the
stunningly executed circlet of white and rose gold, each piece is the perfect representation of the
design philosophy "form follows function.""

As Lucine turns to walk back toward the curtain, her confident strides and straight shoulders show
off the elegant lines of the red velvet jacket and emphasise the contrasting leather seat and inner
thighs of her breeches. Her long hair, drawn through the heart-shaped links of the rose-gold circlet,
 has been drawn into an intricate braid that bounces against the small of her back with every step.
She pauses one last time at the curtain, canting her hip to one side before stepping through it and
disappearing from sight.

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He is a human, standing deceptively slender while reaching a near 5'11. Short, dark hair has brushed
forward to the front, the colour of a soft ebony. The bangs that barely reach his eyebrows have been
brushed up and directed away from his face for a special occasion, the rest of it following back
down to the base of his neck and left purposely unkempt. Kept close to his head and styled in a
boyish manner, it contradicts the light color of his skin, sideburns cutting off right below the
ears. Instead of extending further, traces of facial hair start around the mouth and narrow cheeks
of a subtle, guarded playfulness on his expression, a mischievious glint in sharp, blue eyes.
Animated in everything he does, he attempts to stay casual, unable to hide a certain arrogance in
his stance. He tends to move often instead, an irritated fidget or click of the tongue here and
there, and when he does laugh, it gives off a vibe that can only be read as cocky.

He is wearing:
   a rebellious burgundy velvet tailcoat
   a pristine milk-coloured rayon viscose shirt
   tight-fitting onyx velvet trousers
   luxurious buckled boots of black leather
   a platinum eternity ring
   a spiralling silver and black pearl pendant

Jewellery:
   a silver and moonstone earring through his right ear

Skye gives Lucine a whistle as she passes behind the curtain, turning a minxy grin on Rhobin as she
welcomes her on stage.

Easily nudging the curtains apart with the back of both hands, Rhobin steps out next, his head held
high as he starts up a long stride down the runway, the long tail of his coat swaying along behind him
with every move. When reaching midway, he suddenly picks up a playful pep in his step, short gestures
of quick, baby steps that let the buckles around his boots jingle out a moment until he falls back
into stride with a raised wave and wide smile.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "Look how pretty he is!"

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "Fashion is what covers every possible craze of
sophisticated glamour. Number Nine's piece represents a new revolution for royalty. Rugged, edgy,
comfortable, stylish yet still holds true to the elegance of nobles."

When he reaches the end of the runway, Rhobin takes up a wide stance, planting both feet apart as he
waits a moment and peers around the crowd, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Slowly fading his smile
into a grin, he shifts his weight to one foot and then to the other, turning a bit to point up at the
ruffles among his chest. Tugging gently on the wide collar, he parts its opening even more with a show
of confidence.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "The main inspiration for the outfit is from none another
than their home town, Ashtan."

Slowly turning on his heels in one light spin, Rhobin pauses just a moment to give a fair view of the
intricate designs on his coat from behind, before making his way back down the runway. He keeps his
posture as fit for the nobles his outfit was intended after, tugging on the lace extensions of each
sleeve as he offers one, quick wink of amusement to the side and struts on, a certain power in his
gait.

Skye says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "Mostly inspired by the corsairs and their seemingly
obvious pirate lifestyle. This piece is what they believe to be true Ashtani royal fashion."
Finally reaching the curtains, Rhobin turns around for a final time to face the crowd, the jingle of
his bracelet ringing out as he tugs on the fine material that covers his chest before crinkling his
expression in approval. With a curt nod, he backs up once, and then again, offering a playful farewell
salute as he steps back, disappearing behind the same curtain from which he entered.

Skye smiles and says with a muddled Thalassian accent, "Thank you fashion people! Don't they deserve
another round of applause?"