Queer Eye for the Keph Guy

[[Was told by Ashira to hurry! Come visit, there was someone she wanted me to MEET... -giggles-]]

You follow Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard north to the Road of Fiery Salvation.

You tilt your head curiously.

look designer
Extravagant silks and fine jewelry cover nearly every inch of this lanky dracnari, his frail form flooded by the garments. Perfumed smoke trickles leisurely out from his slitted nostrils, each wisp drifting lazily about his thin face before it fades away into nothingness. A plumed hat sits crooked atop his head, held up by a chain of solid gold that wraps under his chin. A constant murmuring escapes his mouth as he chats to himself under his breath, his eyes gazing about curiously as he scoffs and scowls.
A flamboyant dracnari interior designer looks to be crushingly strong.

You carapace turns a bright shade of red as you blush.

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says to you, "This is our interior designer!"

Ashira points accusingly at a flamboyant dracnari interior designer.

A hand on his face, you say to Ashira, "Oh, my. How nice for you!"

Exhaling a puff of bright green, acrid smoke through his nostrils, a flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "You forgot to mention how fabulous and dashing I am, dahling."

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says, "Well who needs to mention that?! It's quite obvious!"

With a coy wink, a flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "Oh, but it never hurts to hear it."

You have emoted: Gurashi continues to blush, hand still on the side of his face.

You twitch your mandibles as you voice a soft, curious chirr.

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says, "Oh very true! My apologies. Did you enjoy the okorushi powder I brought you awhile back?"

You have emoted: Gurashi clears his throat and finds interest in staring at a nearby desk.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer's eyes shift from Ashira to look over you with an idle smile growing on his face, "Oh, chitin chic are we?" He moves and begins to circle you, staring you up and down as he waves his hand negligently and says, "Oh yes, I had to grind it up with the xoqil, but it did the job."

Eyes widening, you whisper, "C-chitin chic?"

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says, "I can bring you some xoqil next time if you prefer. Gurashi here is a friend from Glomdoring, visiting to participate in psychodrama battles!"

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer pulls a pipe from a sleeve and takes several long, decadent puffs from it as he nods and continues staring at the kepheran.

You have emoted: Gurashi finally drops his hand, offering it to a flamboyant dracnari interior designer sheepishly. "H-hello! Am G-Gurashi!"

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer extends a hand daintily to grab a single one of your fingers with his thumb and pinky, carefully raising it up and down, "Charmed, I'm sure."

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer takes another long drag from his pipe and says, "Glomdoring, I suppose that explains it."

You have emoted: Gurashi smiles hopefully as his hand is shook. "Oh, explains... what?"

You blink a few times and stare at Ashira in confusion.

You blink a few times and stare at a flamboyant dracnari interior designer in confusion.

Bizirik, the leothin sniffs a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from him is.

Swollen, searing air slinks in through cracks and crevices, offering no escape.

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says to you, "Not many of your kin in Gaudiguch, so likely what he means."

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "Why you look like you were dressed in the dark, dahling. Honestly, you're shiny enough to attract magpies already, and you thought that much jewellery would suit? Less is more, dear."

With a little gasp, you say to Ashira, "Oh!"

You blink.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks down at himself, then back up at a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, blinking again.

You think to yourself: Dressed in the dark.

You clear your throat.

Faintly buzzing, you say to a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, "...dressed .... in the dark."

You blink.

Thoroughly embarrassed, you say, "Oh."

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says, "The canopy in quite thick in Glomdoring..."

You have emoted: Gurashi casts a helpless stare in Ashira's direction.

"Well, you've come to the right person for it, at least. Interior design may be my passion, but exterior design is second best." After a moment, a flamboyant dracnari interior designer stares at you and says, "Did you get it, dear, or should I have the lovely Magistrate explain how teasing works?"

You have emoted: Gurashi stares at a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, completely taken aback. "...a-ah, g-got them! It was a joke!"

You carapace turns a bright shade of red as you blush.

Your eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across your face.

Gesturing with his pipe, a flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "Off, off with it all. You're going to blind us the next time the volcano erupts and make the revellers think we're rolling out new chandeliers."

You think to yourself: Am -very- familiar with teasing.

You blink.
Faintly buzzing, you say, "Oh, er."

Xenthos begins to follow you.

You stare at Xenthos, eyes wide.

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says, "Ah! Xenthos!"

While removing his rings, dazed, you say to Xenthos, "Hello Xenthos."

Ilistala, an enormous leopard tilts her head curiously at you.

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says, "Meet our lovely interior designer!"

Faintly buzzing, you say to Xenthos, "This nice man is helping me exterior design."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Interior or exterior?"

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Or both?"

Whispering, you ask Xenthos, "Exterior??"

Beads of sweat break out on your face.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer takes another long pull from his pipe and exhales it directly towards Ilistala, an enormous leopard, an amused smile on his face, "Oh, I see it's common in Glomdoring, then."

(Trasto): You say, "AHHH."
(Trasto): You say, "DON'T DISS MY -DAD-."

Ilistala, an enormous leopard stares implacably at a flamboyant dracnari interior designer.

Bizirik, the leothin sniffs a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from him is.

Waving his arm so that silk flies all about him, a flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "Honestly, does no one think of the poor people in the world that must look at them on a daily basis! Perish the thought, Magistrate, should our own ever dress so...gaudily."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks awkwardly at a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, having removed a majority of his rings. He awkwardly touches at his wrists, frowning. "Uhm. All of them?"

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says to a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, "Well, there's a reason I just run around nude half the time."

Ashira taps their nose knowingly.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer offers a faint laugh that rings in rich decadence before he turns his attention back to you, "Well, I imagine it is much more comfortable to do that than taking off the shell. You can only have SO much shine, dahling."

You carapace turns a bright shade of red as you blush.

You think to yourself: Am not THAT shiny...!

You are unable to hide that article of clothing as you already have too much hidden.

You have emoted: Gurashi holds open his arms, frowning.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer's eyebrows raise as he taps the tongue of his pipe against his lower lip thoughtfully, "Bloodstone and pearl? Bold, but not unworkable. I suppose we can't get you into any trousers, what with those..." He gives your legs a good once-over, and shakes his head in clear disapproval before turning his attention back to what remains of your outfit.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks down at his leg, tilting his head.

Xenthos tells you, "Why is this dracnari trying to dress you?"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist, "Am not sure."

You stare at Xenthos, eyes wide.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist, "Life is short."

Xenthos tells you, "I see."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist, "If a nice persons from Gaudiguch wants to help me look... neat?? Why not let them try."

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says to Ashira, "Bring me your finest tailor, Magistrate, I have a daring idea."

Swollen, searing air slinks in through cracks and crevices, offering no escape.

Lifting her head, Ilistala looks at Pash hopefully.

With an indifferent stare, Pash slowly blinks one eye and then the other.

(Glomdoring): Xenthos says, "Are any of you in need of anything? Aside from Gurashi and his visit to the tailor."

(Glomdoring): Evette says, "I cannot think of anything, perhaps there is something we can do to assist you and Gurashi?"

(Glomdoring): Xenthos says, "There is a dracnari here doing most of the work, it appears. I'm not sure that I myself am of much use."

(Glomdoring): Xenthos says, "I walked in on a discussion in progress."

You have emoted: Gurashi offers Xenthos a small smile before returning to stare at a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, blinking.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says to you, "Tell me, dahling, what in the Five Flames do you think of when you hear the phrase 'haute couture'?"

After a thoughtful silence, you say to a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, "...Mister Raphie."

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer scoffs arrogantly.

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says to a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, "Arandor is on his way to assist you."

You blink.

"...what's haute couture?" Pash asks.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "An amateur who's too busy gallavanting about aetherspace and is a lousy kisser in the first place."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "-Oh-."

You clear your throat.

In a sedate drawl, Sagacious Pash, the Lightning Blossom says to a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, "Dracnari are the better mouth-mashers."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Ah, also want to know what is."

"I am confused," Pash decides.

Razelle saunters in quietly from the southeast.

Arandor blinks.

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "Sorry."

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "I thought you said the Liberty."

Arandor coughs softly.

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says, "Ah! Help has arrived!"

Arandor's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

Pash slips into a shabby swamp-dweller's hat.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer exclaims, "Don't listen to Raphie if you want to look like you were raised by a Stewartsvillian cow tender. Now, then, where is my tailor?!"

You carapace turns a bright shade of red as you blush.

You see the following people here:
Xenthos, Ashira, Pash, Arandor, Gurashi.

Ashira points accusingly at Arandor.

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "I'm that tailor."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks at all those suddenly gathered, his eyes wide and antennae flattened. He blinks, finally looking at Arandor, mandibles clicking.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "If you don't, rather. Words to clarify meaning are for people with too few important things to do, now dahling, we are in a fashion emergency."

Pash looks down at herself with the designer's comments on Stewartsvillian cow tenders, pulling her hat down over her swampy hair more.

You stare at a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, eyes wide.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "I caught this kepheran wandering around the city as a blinding hazard to half the Basin, looking like the umpteenth coming of Eventru. We simply MUST give him some semblance of style."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says to a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, "That is better. For a moment I was wondering why you were telling us to go seek another's clothing advice."

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says to Xenthos, "Clearly a man who understands having important things to do."

Arandor blinks confused. "I assume you have something in mind?"

In a sedate drawl, Sagacious Pash, the Lightning Blossom whispers to you, "I think you dress acceptably."

You have emoted: Gurashi once again brings his hand to his face, resting it over his mandible, eyes wide in disbelief.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist smiles with a wink and says, "Indeed- I decided that you meant the other, and did not ask."

Arandor pats himself on the back.

Ilistala, an enormous leopard blinks.

Arandor ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

Arandor pets Razelle Etherstride, the Ethereal Panther ingratiatingly.

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "What is this fashion emergency."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "I am unsure. He looks fine to me."

Lacing an arm through the loboshigaru's and pulling him closer, a flamboyant dracnari interior designer says to Arandor, "Black, orange, and red are all so strong, I believe we have to bring in something to complement. Tell me, what do you think of a...hooded shawl? Perhaps offering some space to hide the jewellery."

Arandor hums a happy tune.

You blink.

"...aren't the Dracnari lots of blacks, oranges and reds?" Pash asks, looking baffled.
You sense the piercing eyes of Tridemon looking upon you.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "Dahling, do you have sand in your ears? I haven't seen that much jewellery since my mother went to a dinner party with her bombard friends."

Arandor ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters, "T-there ... there is a man here, in Gaudiguch ... who is ... re-dressing m-me????"

The melodious voice of Tridemon resonates in your mind, "... wait, what? I was just coming to give you a figurine of a Divine."

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters, "**dazed silence**."

You blink.

You stare at a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, eyes wide.

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "I would say some subtle greens and perhaps a tawny beige..."

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "Then just a scarf, and a hat? It's an absolute travesty to fashion and we must correct it before we let him walk."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "I remember Sojiro once running around with fifty or more brooches plasted around himself."

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says to Xenthos, "Precisely the sort of travesty we want to avoid, dahling."

Blinking her left eye and then her right, Sagacious Pash, the Lightning Blossom says to Xenthos, "Why would you need that many brooches?"

Shrugging, Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "I'm not the one who was wearing them."

Aishe, riding a red and black phoenix, enters from the southeast, emanating an aura of immense power.

Crimson Quartermaster, Ser Aishe Ryseni, Face of Freedom says, "There are so many people here..."

Arandor ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

You see the following people here:
Ashira, Pash, Xenthos, Aishe, Arandor, Gurashi.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "Whatever we choose, we will have to take those wings into..."

You carapace turns a bright shade of red as you blush.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer peers about himself unscrupulously.

Great waves crash over one another as they pour in from the southeast, finally swirling together before solidifying into Tridemon.

You stare at a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, eyes wide.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "Oh, there's more of them."

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to you, "I brought you a thing."

You stare at Tridemon, eyes wide.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer pulls a long drag from his pipe, a look of clear exasperation on his face. "Hopefully not another piece of jewellery."

Tridemon gives a figurine of Czixi to you.

Arandor ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

You stare at a figurine of Czixi, eyes wide.

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Tridemon is just shiny from head to toe, no?"

Faintly buzzing, you say, "This is the Lady Welkin."

You narrow your eyes at a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, canting your head and peering at him suspiciously.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Yes it is."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "One large walking gemstone."

Flustered, you exclaim to a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, "Took them off!"

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says, "Welkin, what?"

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Yeah! Tridemon is shinier than -me-."

You tug urgently on Tridemon's sleeve.

Tridemon blinks.

In a sedate drawl, Sagacious Pash, the Lightning Blossom says to Ashira, "Czixi."

You carapace turns a bright shade of red as you blush.

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says to Tridemon, "You know things about the Welkin?"

You stare at a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, eyes wide.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Ashira, "She likes to hold knives to your -neck-."

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Well, I know that Gurashi seems a bit terrified of Her."

You huff and puff in outrage.

"She is full of anger. Restless Ein did not get along with her," Pash murmurs.

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says to you, "Oh you'll have to tell me about that sometime..."

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "I'm really trying to sort out this mess of a request."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, ""A hooded cloak" is a mess of a request?"

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says to you, "What other colors do you like?"

Faintly buzzing, you say, "...er, dark, grays - ehm, purples?"

You twiddle your thumbs.

Tridemon looks mildly confused, his left eye rotating counterclockwise and then clockwise again to bring the pupil in amber into focus.

Arandor nods his head sagely.

Leaning over and muttering out of the corner of his mouth, a flamboyant dracnari interior designer says to Ashira, "If we get any more in here, I'm going to start charging."

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says to you, "Then we'll avoid those colours as it's apparent your tastes upset this one."

In a sedate drawl, Sagacious Pash, the Lightning Blossom says to Arandor, "Magenta."

Pash nods her head sagely.

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says to a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, "Go ahead. You can use it to fund the myriad projects you have lined up."

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "Oooh, well you see, my latest project which is an expansion to the city's library, is just getting started, dahling."

Crimson Quartermaster, Ser Aishe Ryseni, Face of Freedom says to a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, "Does that mean that those who were here before get advice free of charge?"

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "Let's see if we can find you some... brighter colours."

"Verdigris," Pash encourages.

You blink.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "But..."

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says, "Fiery oranges, reds, and yellows, of course."

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "What if we accentuated the orange and red with some lovely yellow, or perhaps a sky blue? Black goes with everything, after all, so making him pop would certainly make it easier to look at him."

You sway back and forth.

With zen-like enthusiasm, Sagacious Pash, the Lightning Blossom says, "Indigo."

You point accusingly at Pash.

The first rumbles of a distant eruption reverberate through every surface, causing the very foundations to shiver and quake.

Tridemon still looks confused, but starts going through his inventory. "Let's see, do you want payment in gold, excess powerstones, this trophy head, a corpse of a rat that Esei keeps giving me, or a selection of tints?"

In a sedate drawl, Sagacious Pash, the Lightning Blossom asks you, "...saffron?"

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says, "See, I'm right on track with the designer!"

"Saffron and indigo," Pash suggests.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says to Tridemon, "Drugs."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks completely dazed, attention jumping from person to person to person. "Uh."

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Poison or just weed?"

Arandor chuckles long and heartily.

"Okorushi powder is preferred," Pash suggests to Tridemon.

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says, "Weed is for amateurs."

Aishe gives a group of 25 weed sprigs to a flamboyant dracnari interior designer.
With a delighted gasp, a flamboyant dracnari interior designer exclaims, "For little old me? Oh, darling, you shouldn't have!"

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "Weed is prefered here."

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says, "Okorushi powder and xoqil."

Tridemon ponders the situation.

In a sedate drawl, Sagacious Pash, the Lightning Blossom says to Arandor, "Okorushi powder is better."

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "Dahling, if you're still smoking weed you've never been to a backroom party at the Dapper Dashro, and that's just where the fun BEGINS. I'm currently experimenting with xoqil and something Mesadari refuses to give me the name of."

Arandor nods his head emphatically.

In every corner, glazed vessels illuminate with licks of flame, while red embers spit and glow within hanging censers.

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says, "That stuff she keeps in the pouch in her breasts! I want to steal that stash..."

Aishe blushes looking down at his feet.

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "I don't tend to experiment. I'm far too busy for that much luzury."

"I do not know what xoqil is," Pash murmurs.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "Please, please, kind adventurers won't you lavish your attention on this poor kepheran in desperate need of...oh, how did that boy say it on that smouldering night in late Dvarsh all those years ago?"

You blink.

You carapace turns a bright shade of red as you blush.

Arandor nods his head emphatically.

You stare at a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, eyes wide.

(Trasto): You say, "I like."
(Trasto): You say, "I can't even come up with responses fast enough *laughing*."
(Trasto): Aishe says, "Yeah no I love this designer..."

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "I can make him a red hooded cloak."

Tapping his pipe against his lower lip, a flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "Oh, I can't remember anything beyond his lips, but I assure you it was clever."

Arandor ponders the situation.

You tilt your head curiously at Arandor.

You suddenly turn your head to Arandor, mandibles twitching as you voice a soft, curious chirr.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says to Arandor, "What shade of red, dahling? We can't have him walking around clashing with the bloodstone or his eyes."

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "Blue perhaps."

Your eyes bug out as you boggle in amazement.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "I hope you had not heard me, and that I do not have to explain that blue is not a shade of red, dear."

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "Are you sure it must require a hood? That limits things."

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says, "Could just do a separate hat...?"

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "A hat would open the spectrum significantly."

You have emoted: Gurashi takes a deep breath, nervously flexing and relaxing his hands.

You blink.

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says, "Or maybe a head scarf?"

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Hmm... A mixture of inyoka, morphite, and dulak, mixed with finely powdered powerstones and... Probably a dream mote? Maybe some of those aetheric particles..."

It is now the 3rd of Kiani, 552 years after the Coming of Estarra.
There are 12 days until the New Moon

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Er - like hats..."

"In some realities, blue is all shades of red," Pash suggests.

Glancing away to the distant skyline, a flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "Hats are for those who feel the need to doff things and find a sense of pride referencing others as 'sir' and 'milady'. How gauche."

You give a horrified gasp.

You have emoted: Gurashi covers his face.

You think to yourself: HAVE NO FASHION SENSE.

Pash looks up at her shabby, swamp-dweller's hat, then off to the side.

Tridemon seems to have been thoroughly distracted with the problem of a designer drug.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says to Ashira, "Perhaps this is all too hopeless, Magistrate. Perhaps the rest of the Basin can never hope to find a level of fabulousness that can equal mine."

You gulp nervously.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer heaves a great melodramatic sob before wiping away a fat tear and taking an enormous pull from his pipe.

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says to a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, "You are indeed the most fabulous I have ever met, so this is possible."

In a sedate drawl, Sagacious Pash, the Lightning Blossom says to Ashira, "He is not the most fabulous I have ever met. Restless Ein is also fabulous."

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "A sweeping crimson cloak or a fiery red cloak? Perhaps a pear green cloak or a cloak of the blushing rose."

Dazed, you ask a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, "....am a lost cause?"

In a sedate drawl, Sagacious Pash, the Lightning Blossom says to a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, "You are second, though."

Smoke pours from the corner of a flamboyant dracnari interior designer's mouth as he offers a sympathetic smile to the adventurers gathered, rising upwards to form spiralling circles over his head before blowing away on a hot breeze.

Crimson Quartermaster, Ser Aishe Ryseni, Face of Freedom says to Ashira, "I must say that, Kihr is rather fetching however..."

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says, "The crimson cloak sounds nice!"

Tridemon pauses a moment, thinking before looking at the interior designer, apparently finally partially catching up with the conversation. "... Wait, you're wearing a hat yourself."

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "Simple enough to make."

Crimson Quartermaster, Ser Aishe Ryseni, Face of Freedom says to Tridemon, "The hat is for this lovely dracnari is simply a symbol of his grace and poise of course."

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "So the sweeping crimson cloak... lets consider hats."

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "Dahling, this is not a hat, this is a fascinator."

"...yes," Pash agrees with a flamboyant dracnari interior designer.

Tridemon blinks.

Ashira ponders you thoughtfully, looking you up and down.

Arandor waves about a dashing black silver-plumed hat energetically.

Crimson Quartermaster, Ser Aishe Ryseni, Face of Freedom says to a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, "As I said a symbol of your grace and poise."

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says, "I'm not sure we could get a fascinator to stay on Gurashi..."

Aishe nods his head sagely.

A glorious halo of crimson light pervades the air as Eritheyl marches in from the southeast with a martial air.

Eritheyl blinks.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "Yes, which is why I must insist upon a hood."

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "I must be going. Quickly."

Tridemon turns towards the southeast and steps forward, instantly collapsing into a torrent of water that rushes outwards with a thunderous crash of water.

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "Perhaps a shimmering royal purple top hat."

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says to Eritheyl, "Please, help us find a suitable hooded cloak for Gurashi!"

Eritheyl Ryseni, Honourary Harlot says, "Uh."

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says to Ashira, "They do not see that I am hundreds of years ahead of the fashion curve, dearest Magistrate."

Plumes of resinous smoke swirl through the air in spiraling tongues of coppery light and shadow as Shulamit enters from the southeast.

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "Ahhh... A hat of stacked hats then!"

You give a horrified gasp.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "S-should go to the wedding!"

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "A brilliantly plumed hat perhaps?"

Softly, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says, "I just wear the gown I made ages ago, because I like it."

Shulamit pats a grandiose gown of sugar and spice in a friendly manner.

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says, "Guys!"

You have emoted: Gurashi shoo's some of those gathered, bunching up his shoulders in embarrassment.

You think to yourself: This is the worst...!

"I like my pants," Pash offers, giving a shake of one long, long leg to jostle the coquelicot charmeuse around it.

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says, "Why are we not just using the red hooded cloak!"

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says to a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, "So noisy. I don't think they can hear me."

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "The cloak being red was simply not -decriptive- enough to please the designer here."

Arandor coughs softly.

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "Descriptive."

Eritheyl Ryseni, Honourary Harlot says, "I'm still gunning for the butterfly gossamer."

Quietly, Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says to you, "I will go now. Be well."

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "The shade of red was too... simple to peak interest."

You think to yourself: Am so embarrassed ahhhh.

Shulamit gives you a gentle pat on an arm she can reach before leaving.

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says, "Could always go with the hooded pink fur cloak..."

With a sigh and a breath of fresh air, the curling tongues of smoke about Shulamit dissipate as she departs to the southeast.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism, "A-am so sorry Friend Shulamit - is a lot going on - so many voices ..."

Shulamit tells you, "I understand completely. Be well! Good luck!"

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "Dahling, dahling, dahling, come here."

"Magenta," Pash intones, as if it were a religious chant.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer beckons you to him.

You sweat profusely as you wring your hands nervously.

You blink a few times and stare at a flamboyant dracnari interior designer in confusion.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer pulls you closer and wraps an arm around your carapace, smiling adoringly at you, "You strike me as a simple forestal kepheran who's too stricken by the glitz and glamour of a city's high fashion to think straight. Am I in the right park, dahling?"

Comprehension flashes across Arandor's face.

In a sedate drawl, Sagacious Pash, the Lightning Blossom says to Bizirik, the leothin, "You are almost as physically aesthetically appealing to the eyeballs as Ilistala. Very close. Very pretty."

In a sedate drawl, Sagacious Pash, the Lightning Blossom whispers to Bizirik, the leothin, "Would you like a fish?"

You have emoted: Gurashi continues to look completely overwhelmed, staring at a flamboyant dracnari interior designer with his head canted slightly. His antennae twitch. "Uhm...yes."

Bizirik, the leothin stares implacably at Pash.

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "In THAT case, how about a warm cloak of autumn hues."

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer waggles a finger warningly and says, "Tut tut."

Pash produces a fish's head, extending it to Bizirik, the leothin as if it's a clandestine action that others might find ... illegal.

Bizirik, the leothin's mouth peels back into an eerie grin as it lolls its head back, apparently eager for fishes as it stares at Pash.

Radiating a glorious halo of blood-red light, Eritheyl marches off to the southeast with a martial air.

Bizirik, the leothin takes the fish gently, then swallows it whole with a gnarly slurp.

You stare at a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, eyes wide.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "That's what I feared. You've been standing around with eyes as big as an okorushi's backside this entire time, and not said one word to the contrary. Do you care for fashion in the slightest?"

"Yes. Very delicious," Pash agrees with Bizirik, the leothin.

You have emoted: Gurashi takes a deep breath, then shrugs, sheepishly bowing his head. "Mean, would like to look best - am representing Glomdoring, know? But also do not want to be..." He waves his two smaller hands jazzily, the other two clutching his lute tightly.

Faintly buzzing, you ask a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, "Do not need to be blinding anyone. Which... am not... doing anymore, hope?"

The muffled turning and grumbling of wheels on stone pass by outside, followed by the sharp crack of a beastmaster's whip.

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "How about a bard's performance cloak then?"

"Cinnamons," Pash murmurs, distracted as she wanders off.

Faintly buzzing, you say to a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, "Also... I just got this cloak - and am liking it... but if have some vision for that... -saves- or whatever, will listen, yes."

You nod your head sagely.

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says, "Bards are, in fact, supposed to stand out."

Faintly buzzing, you say to Arandor, "Yes but nobody wants to be obnoxious."

You see the following people here:
Kihr, Aishe, Ashira, Arandor, Xenthos, Gurashi.

Sparkling grains of sand whisper and frolic across the floor, dusting every surface and settling into every crevice in sight.

Arandor nods his head at you.

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says to you, "For sure, but for the sake of your audience, it would be a great option to have a backup wardrobe."

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer listens with a slowly widening smile to your tale before withdrawing his arm and taking an impossibly long draw from his pipe to consider. Finally, a thick scarf of smoke escapes his mouth as he declares, "Silks, then. Accessorise in less garish and blinding ways, and I suppose I will have to give you a passing grade. So long as you don't..." He glances back at the jewellery and says, "Well, you know."

You nod your head sagely at a flamboyant dracnari interior designer.

Revelrous Arandor La'Raesh, the Miniature Mage says to you, "We can't always be expected to wear our best clothing, after all. We do not wish to let our finery be sullied or damaged by wearing it where it's not appropriate."

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer exclaims to Arandor, "Leave the cloak nonsense behind, he'd likely tear it on briars anyway! Get silk, dangling from armbands! Bracelets! I want him draped up like a dancer at the Palace so that way he rustles as much as the leaves he walks on!"

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "That can be his outfit when he comes to visit Gaudiguch, lest I beat him over the head with my pipe."

You stare at a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, eyes wide.

(Trasto): You say, "Help."

Arandor nods his head sagely.

A fine sea mist coalesces, hanging in the air as Carakhan, Sculptor of Waves turns Her attention to the First World.

You think to yourself: Oh ... Tridemon must be so happy!

Waving his hand arrogantly, a flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "Now be away! You can't afford another moment of my time, and I have workers that I need to ogle."

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer coughs softly.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says, "Supervise, I mean."

You have emoted: Gurashi glances up for a moment, a distracted smile on his face, then blinks and looks back at a flamboyant dracnari interior designer. "Oh, er... O-K..."

Faintly buzzing, you ask a flamboyant dracnari interior designer, "Many... thank yous for time and advice?"

You have emoted: Gurashi offers a confused smile. "Can repay kindness somehow?"

You think to yourself: Silk...

You think to yourself: Armbands?

You think to yourself: Uh.

You think to yourself: Uhhh.

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer says to you, "Come back here looking presentable one day. Maybe bring me a nice boy to stare at when you do."

A flamboyant dracnari interior designer's smile grows wide and his eyes distant as he thinks of the burly workers soon to visit.

You stare blankly at a flamboyant dracnari interior designer.

You clear your throat.

You nod your head sagely.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "O-K."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "...am..."

You stare at Ashira, eyes wide.

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Off then."

You blink.

You stare at Xenthos, eyes wide.

Arandor pets Razelle Etherstride, the Ethereal Panther ingratiatingly.

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says, "Thank you for visiting and doing psychodrama with us!"

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "We're only here because of that invitation, and it's kept us for quite a while."

Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "So it appears to have been successful."

Ashira's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Pyromaniac Ashira Mes'ard says, "We'll let you know when we do it next."