[Marshell] - One Day

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Dymien wasn't really sure about it, but his boss was pretty insistent. The Grazioso Attire 'One Day Special' booth was set up a bit haphazardly. The work-desk at least was solid and that was enough for the young tailor. For the moment at least. Dymien's eyes scanned the market casually, looking over all of the booths carefully. He felt like an outcast in a dwelling of Earth-lovers. Sure there were rare booths that didn't praise the Earth with specific Earth-Friendly offerings, but they were nothing as fancy as what Dymien was trying to sell. His boss had hand-picked a collection of his work to showcase as the high-bid items and others that would be the cheaper selections. All was work he had put together over the past month, but the majority of them were women's dresses and casual-wear so at least he didn't feel too out of place. Nothing too stern or oppressive as a carefully stitched suit would sell in such a place as the Klangfarbenmelodie Market. Jeez he still got caught up on that name and hoped he wouldn't need to use it in conversation.

As Dye finished his quick scan of the market he turned his attention back to his things. The dresses he had made fluttered lightly from their hanging place and he admired how the fabric looked. The specific dresses he had worked on for this occasion were mostly in earthy tones- browns and greens- and had specific stitching and embroidery he had practiced for hours on end of flowers and trees and one that was a full forest scene. That dress, with the forested scene, was the one he had devoted the most time to. He was rather proud of the result and almost wished that he could find the right kind of woman to wear it. The dress was a soft flowing material that was perfect for an active lady, though he doubted he would see it sold at this rate. It was simply too much to ask for in a place so laid back as Soprano. Dymien sighed at his bosses pushiness once more before sitting down at his desk.

Since he hadn't needed to attend to any customers, Dymien had taken the time to start on another dress. The atmosphere was very conducive to such inspiration, so he seemed to be making rather good progress on the piece he had started. The dress was made out of a durable maroon fabric and so far he had most of the basic body work done on it. Dymien held up the dress for a moment to inspect what he still needed to work on. There were some stitches he still needed to put in on one side, then he would start adorning the sleeves. Dye hadn't quite settled on how he would adorn the gown, but he knew he wanted to put emphasis on the sleeves. That was something he had yet to do, but it seemed like it would look good with the specific cut of dress he was making. He thought it would look especially nice if he made the adornments all golden in color. Maroon seemed to go well with that regal color.

A soft noise caught Dymien's attention as he was making a stitch and he suddenly winced. Carelessly he had stabbed himself with the needle instead of the dress. That was getting far too common within this district, he noted silently with a slight frown as he set down his things. It was nothing serious, as none of his slip-ups tended to be but he was still getting frustrated with it. "Always the index finger. Couldn't be like the middle one or anything. Jeez it's getting tender," Dye muttered to himself as he observed the slight injury. A little bead of crimson blood rested at the tip of his finger and Dye just shook his head at it. The finger really was becoming so tender it was frustrating. Not even his spells could stop that kind of a tenderness though. Closing his eyes, Dymien hummed a soft tune and cast the healing on the small wound, causing the blood to suddenly dry up. Dymien smiled just slightly before turning his eyes back to his work.

There was still so much to do he wished he didn't let his mind wander so much. Focus might be a good thing to invest in later, he noted silently, wondering how he would work on improving his focus. If he had the ability to sit down and make a piece of clothing in so little time he wondered why he didn't have good focus when it came to other people. Shrugging it off, Dymien went right back to work. He hoped that the dress would turn out nice.

[Marshell Artyn]

Marshell seemed to be taking a lot of days off for herself recently, but to her it was fine. No one seemed to dapple in Tempo magic anyways, so there wasn't much for her to do, so today was a day for strolling through Percusison. Her favorite of all Districts. She was alone, as usual, and accompanied herself with the conversations of others as she passed. Marshell heard many things that interested her, some to the point where she wanted to jump in on the discussion and share her ideas. Most of these idle chats were about relationships or studies and even the occasional remark on another Muse would come up. Something about Shade and Shine being nearby, but none of them seemed to notice Marshell. It was not a big deal for her, for she enjoyed privacy on some days. Her next conversation that she eavesdropped in on, however, changed her whole day's plan.

"--Grazioso Attire's One Day Special booth at the Klangfarbo--- Klangdoodle-- Klang-- That big Market in Soprano. They opened up a stall for just one day, but no one knows really why they'd go there. The Soprano's don't like that kind of style. I bet they have no customers at all." Marshell immediately stopped at hearing "Grazioso Attire". She had an immense urge to go and shop at Grazioso, as the Polyphony was getting old and the clothes became repetitive, HOWEVER, Marshell refuses to wander into the String District ever again. After what had happened in the past, she refused to be around those snotty people. Nonetheless, she stopped and was amazed that Grazioso had made a booth at the Market. She HAD to go. She HAD to see what they had.

Marshell scanned the area very carefully, for that one Muse that would kill her if he knew what she was about to do. The coast was clear, and Llyr was not around. She revealed her Castanets and clacked them a few times in a pattern. Left left, right left, right right. Her palms began to glow as she slowly and gracefully waltzed a step or two forward. She had cast Rasch on herself. Rasch is a spell that causes the target to move at incredible speeds, unlike any normal human being. When she took off, she took off fast, a maroon and blonde blur streaking the space around Percussion until she reached Soprano's Klangwhatever Market.

Marshell was excited. So very very excited. She hadn't gone to the Klablahblah Market that much, because she was not the biggest fan of Eartly Goods and whatnot, but still skimmed through the Market every once and a while when she was bored of the Polyphony. Down one oddly shaped row, she looked at each and every stall for a sign that it could be Grazioso's. Some vendors called out to her as she passed for her to come take a look, but she politely declined and was determined to find this stall. She got to the end of a clustered row and turned the corner to go down the next way.

Right there. There it was. She KNEW it was Grazioso because there was not much "Earth-Friendly" objects at the stall. She gleefully jumped and squealed and ran towards the stall. As typical for Marshell, when she's excited she forgets to pay attention and something bad happens. A rock. That's what got her this time. Her heels caught a deep dug in rock and she tripped and landed face first on the ground. Silence broke out and some Tones began to laugh, because of course it was funny. Marshell agreed. She began to giggle and rolled to her back with her scraped hand and arm on her stomach. Slowly she got back up and dusted her dress off, rubbed the wound in and casually walked the rest of the way to the stall.

The man was working on... a MAROON dress! Her favorite color! As if she needed a newer dress of that color. So many were back at her apartment that it seemed she would last forever. But it was beautiful. Something about the dress seemed different. It shined in a different way than some of the other dresses she had seen. This must be the quality she had heard so much of about the Grazioso Attire. Also she wondered if the man running the stall was the famous man who's designs were revered in the String District. She had heard his name once, but it escaped her mind at the moment. Marshell looked around the stall more and witnessed what she had missed out from banning herself from the district. These dresses really were amazing!

One off design caught her eye. A forested scene wrapped around a dress. It was perfect for the Sopranos! But then she wondered why it had not been bought. The flowers were elegant and the trees demanded Marshell's attention. It was a magnificent dress but gazing around even more, her eyes met the one dress he was mending at the moment of her arrival. Maroon seemed to be the flame that attracted moth-like Marshell to it. She giggled and thought she really did feel like a moth sometimes being so erratic with her thoughts and making a fool of herself. The man working was a pro, obviously. He seemed quite into this dress. Marshell stared for at least five minutes watching his hands grace the fabric and bring it to life, but soon broke the silence when she snapped to.

"Excuse me? I'm... I'm pretty sure this is, but I just wanted to make sure. This is the Grazioso Attire Stall, is it not?" Marshell's voice rang clearly through the stall as it then trailed off in the distance. She knew it had been silent and hoped she didn't startle the man, even though it would have been slightly funnny to see him jump. But she waited patiently and with a curious face for the man to reply.

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Focus... Focus... Focus

Dymien's hands brought the dress a little closer to his face as he continued the delicate stitching work. Hopefully with the added 'super focus' thought process he could get more done in a timely fashion, and maybe if he tried hard enough he could actually maintain that focus, he thought with a hopeful little grin. To anyone else the young man might look a little silly hunched over that dress with a silly little grin on his face, but Dye didn't care because it was his super focus time and nothing was going to prevent him from finishing that--- Dymien jumped at the sound of a voice, but not before stabbing that index finger with his needle yet about. "Ouch, jeez Index! Work with me man!" Dymien put the finger to his lips and hummed that soft tune again, still angry he hit the exact same tender finger as always. Jeez he would have to work on that in the future just like his massive fail of a focus. After healing his finger, Dymien suddenly realized that the voice he heard was directed towards him and he looked up, feeling a bit foolish for doing all of that in front of...

A very lovely lady. Dymien took in how she looked from his seat, somewhat at a loss at the first glance. Something of the woman seemed un-settlingly familiar, like he had known her in ways he couldn't pull to the surface of his mind. Now wasn't that frustrating? After a few prolonged moments of awkward silence Dymien realized he had yet to answer her question. Startled at his rudeness, Dymien quickly pushed himself up and words began to pour from his mouth unheeded. "One day... Um... Oh goodness," Dymien shook his head at his stupidity and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. Yes ma'am, this is the Grazzioso Attire One Day Special booth. My name is Dymien Sei Derran and if you should find you need anything I'd be more than happy to help."

Certainly Dye was feeling like a fool now. He had just bumbled around, injured himself, then got caught up in his own thought process. Dymien missed how relaxed and at ease he felt in the store, but being out was probably good for him. How did his boss put it...? 'Get your ass out there skinny. Who knows, if it doesn't kill you it may help.' Honestly not very graceful of one of the richest men in String, but whatever. To others it probably wouldn't have sounded very caring, but Dye had begun to understand those peculiarities about his boss that other people simply didn't. He was a kind man if you didn't let his speech get to you too much, that was for sure. Before he had been too silently, Dymien gestured to the clothing he had brought with him, mostly the dresses that he felt so happy with, and said, "These were some of my latest works so I could start this booth. Mostly on my bosses' suggestion, but I rather enjoy how the dressed turned out."

Dymien's fingers ran across the closest dress and he wondered if anyone would actually buy them. Their careful work would be wasted on the racks, but Dymien still didn't think that anyone could even afford them. If they could it might not even fit their figure right and he couldn't imagine anyone wanting to pay for proper fittings when his work was so expensive already. Oh sometimes Dymien hated money and how much it was needed. Though even if there wasn't money there would still be conflicts and things for Dymien to complain about so he silently let go of that inner monologue to move onto the next. His eyes fluttered back over to the woman. She really was radiant and would look stunning in any of his dresses. No, that probably wasn't a correct way of putting it. Probably more like any of his dresses would look stunning on her. She would wear the dress, they couldn't wear her. Such a natural beauty would always outshine whatever elegant clothing she was wearing.

Oh dear. Dymien put a hand to his cheek only to realize he was warm. Was he... blushing? Oh that would certainly be embarrassing wouldn't it? What kind of an excuse could he give? He would make a quick mental note to explain that he was embarrassed he injured himself in front of someone. That would be fine, right? No one liked others to see them injure themselves anyway, so it would probably be a just fine excuse. Though then he'd have to figure out why it was delayed. Wait. Was it even delayed at all? Had Dymien been blushing this entire encounter? All of his thoughts made the flush on his cheeks blossom the more he drowned in his embarrassing thoughts. Now would be an excellent time for this woman to say something else so he could finally stop thinking so circularly.

[Marshell Artyn]

Throughout the duration of her watching, the man was completely enthralled in his dress. He was deep in focus stitching up the parts he had to do, until his focus was shattered by Marshell speaking up. He jumped up and just as quick as he did, Marshell began to giggle only slightly less than profusely. Once she realized he pricked himself, it slowed and she eventually donned a frown. Immediately, she expressed her sorrow for him, with "I'm so so sorry! Please for give me! I had no intentions of--" she iterrupted herself as the man stuck his index finger to his mouth. The Tailor hummed one of the calmest and most soothing tunes she had ever heard in her lifetime. She felt at ease hearing this and watched in slight amazement as he restored his finger. She was the Tier Four Muse. She professed in Tempo Magic, but was astounded to watch Harmony Magic in action. The sheer thought of reviving a fallen Tone, or restoring one back to health was simply an amazing thought itself. Then she thought of the horrible fate of the Muse that recently lost their life. She didn't like to think of these things so she shook her head and promised herself that she would mourn later for everyone's loss of a close friend. When she came to, the man was introducing himself.

Dymien! That was his name! Now it all came back to her, and by the looks of it, the rumors were true. Dymien sure knew his way around a thread and needle. As he finished his introduction, her short attention caused her eyes to wander around the stall again to each individual dress. Rumors were definitely true. They had that spark that she heard so much of, to the point that she just wanted to say I'll take them all but even though she COULD afford that, she woudl feel bad if the oppurtunity arose for someone to find the dress they were looking for. Her attention was evenly divided between the unfinished maroon dress, and the forest scape dress that hung with a regal air about it.

"So each of these dresses were hand made by yourself? You have sooooo much talent!" When her eyes returned to Dymien, he was red. As a chain reaction, Marshell felt blush on her face as well. She had no idea why she was blushing, but the more she looked at Dymien, the more he seemed... Seemed like she had known him in some other time. Maybe it was a dream? Was this deja vu? No it couldnt be. She giggled a little before calming herself down and attempting to rid the blush. " Oh goodness, I havent introduced myself. How rude of me. My name is Marshell Artyn. It's very nice to meet you, Dymien Sei Derran. I love your work, and would love to purchase a dress or two. I would love to by all of them, really, but I am not selfish. I would love to see the chance that another customer may grace themselves with one of your dresses." She began to blush again and she felt it. He was still blushing and that made her blush a little more. Quick, Marshell, change the subject!

"So.. Ummm... Dymien. I notice that you only have dresses? Where are the rest of your clothes? I mean surely women are not your only customers?" Her attention was drawn to the forest scape dress. "That one is magnificent!" she expressed as she pointed to it. She continued, " What was your inspiration? Also on that note, this dress.. The one you were working on as I approached. It is my favorite color, if you could not tell. I am in love with the color maroon, and this fabric that you are using, it's.. it's simply superb. This is the dress I wish to buy. I am contemplating the forested dress, but this unfinished one.. Well... It's not even done, and it's perfect." She looked around again, then catching Dymien in the eyes again triggering her blush embarassment. She turned again away in attempts to hide it, but her long hair caught a dress and took it down from it's hanging position. She jumped a little with even more embarassment, as she stumbled down to pick it up.

"Dymien, oh goodness. I am so so sorry. Please accept my apologies. I didn't mean... My hair. It's so long... I'm so clumsy. Please forgive me. Stuttering? Since when does Marshell stutter? Yes she has a slow thought pattern and sometimes she takes a while to get her thoughts across and form them into words, but she couldn't even recall the last time she stuttered. What is going on with me? I'm not... THAT clumsy am I?

[/color] She picked the dress up and dust it off as best as she could then held the dress outward towards Dymien. A sorrowful expression rested on her face as she guiltily looked to the side. She felt if she apologized more, she would seem a nuisance, which happened to be the case at some times. Normally she didn't care how stupid she looked. But not for Dymien. She didn't want to scare him off. Something was different about him, and she decided that this was going to take a lot of focus to make sure things went how she wanted them to. Hopefully he forgave her for her clumsiness.

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Dymien took notice when Marshell cut herself off during his healing. Was that not something to do in front of others...? He perplexed over it for a little while, but lost the subject when the blushing started. He noticed beforehand that she had mentioned he was talented, but Dye felt himself slipping when he saw the blush on her cheeks. Why was she blushing? He tried to look away, but couldn't. It would have been rude anyway. Dymien tried to listen devotedly to her comments on his work, how she would like to buy some, but he kept getting lost in that flush on her cheeks. She had managed to control it shortly, but it came back once she was done speaking of his dresses. The young man absently pulled his work closer to him and took his latest project into his hands. If he at least had something in his hands he could look a little less foolish. Or at least he hoped having something in his hands would prevent him from shaking or making too many shaky gestures. He wondered if he would be able to get any more of the dress done, knowing now how well it would fit on Marshell and wanting to make it custom for her from that point on.

Once Dye caught a bit of control over himself he noticed that Marshell didn't take too long of a pause between subjects. Could it have been that she was perhaps a little nervous? But the woman had nothing to be nervous about compared to Dymien. He was just a common man with a girlish talent, so why was she being nervous around him? Oh goodness, Dymien thought with a nervous frown. He was beginning to believe that he had made her embarrassed somehow. As if perhaps something that Dymien had done made her unsettled and nervous. Was one of his dresses too short or ugly or something? His eyes scanned the small booth carefully with some embarrassment, hoping she didn't notice him looking too hard.

Still not looking back out of embarrassment, Dymien answered her questions as quickly as he could without seeming rude. "The main reason I mostly have dresses here is because it was the lightest thing I could think to make. It fits the concept of Soprano better than anything else I can make usually. At least anything that I could make from scratch..." His voice trailed off and he felt a little sad at it. Dymien was the best at creating dresses and suit or formal wear, so his skills weren't especially suited for the environment of Soprano. He wished once more that his boss wouldn't have insisted he do the special day only booth, but he retracted that thought when he thought about his chance meeting.

When Dymien had looked back, not understanding or finding the source of what he believed to be embarrassing, he caught the eye of Marshell once more and both of them blushed hard. This was becoming so ridiculous, Dymien thought as he quickly looked down and began fumbling with his newest project. A moment later he heard something that cause him to look back and he frowned at what he saw. It wasn't that he was actually upset one of his dresses was knocked over, but how it really seemed to upset the woman concerned him. She even started to stutter she was so flustered.

Dymien quickly set back down his project and took the dress when she offered it back to her. "Please don't worry. It's not as if it was ripped or anything," Dymien started, trying to start smiling for what he was about to say, "See if you would have ripped it I would have had you buy it and maybe just take me out to dinner to make up for it." He chuckled a little, realizing that such a thing was very awkward coming from a man. Usually it was the girl saying it, or a guy begging a girl to let them take her out. Dymien hung the dress back up carefully and turned back to Marshell with a warm smile. He still felt awkward and embarrassed, but that was alright because it wasn't as bad as it was just a few minutes previously.

[Marshell Artyn]

Oh this was all too embarrassing. The blushing, knocking over the dress, everything was just... Embarrassing. The thought of just leaving crossed Marshell's mind a few times, as this was just a silly little mistake. Maybe she shouldn't have come all the way out here. Was this some otherworldly punishment that Llyr cast on her for using a spell not in defense and out of context, for her own gain? Marshell was repeatedly apologizing under her breath, not only to Dymien, but in a sense to Llyr as well. She felt that she had ruined a perfectly good dress. There's no forgiveness, I ruined the dress. He won't sell it and he's going to get in trouble and it's my fault. All my fau--

Dymien's reply to her shocked her completely. Her eyes widened, mouth opened and struck still with her arms outstretched as they were before he took the dress from her. Her cheeks began to take the color of her dress. There was nothing to say, nothing to do. Soon after her arms fell to her sides and the gravity of their descent brought her back to life. She immediately turned to the side with a beaming smile and face full of blush.

"No one's ever... said anything remotely... remotely close to that..." Marshell looked back up and saw Dymien's smile. She giggled like a schoolgirl, then came to the realization that he was now more comfortable around her. She at first thought it was all simply a joke, but there was a truthful sincerity behind his voice. His smile calmed her down and she decided to retaliate with a little joke of her own. "Well then, gimme that dress back and hand me a pair of scissors, mister," was what Marshell said. She definitely felt more comfortable around him now. Forget awkwardness, that was all before. Now that they were joking she felt completely anew in her conversation which felt good, until that silly slow mind of hers finally realized something.

She liked him. She thought he was cute. All the blushing, all the stuttering. Everything finally added up to Marshell and at the moment her thoughts gathered on this subject her eyes seemed to enlarge while her face became even more blush than before. Curse this blushing, it was ruining everything. She turned around immediately and presented her back to Dymien. She could not look at him now. Not with her face like this. Another change in subject was needed.

"Uh.. Ummm... So tell me, Dymien, do you think you could possibly make a dress for me? I mean now that you've seen me, take a look at this side and tell me what you think?" Marshell took her left hand and pulled the dress she was wearing close to her to show off her body's size, but made sure not to show her face. The change of topics calmed her down and she placed her right hand on her face to feel it's warmth dwindling. "Also, some students are progressing up the ranks, I think I might need to get a dress to fight in, as this dress is very long. It would be horrible to trip in the middle of a fight, much like I did earlier. This was the result of that," she said, holding up her scraped arm and hand, turned back to Dymien in full comfort again. She can present herself normally if her mind was not occupied with the little crush she had developed. "So do you think you could maybe make... a battle skirt for me?" She giggled, then continued with, "Something stylish enough to keep my Charm going but sturdy enough and flexible for dancing in? You never know when monsters could attack, so a dress that functions well as an article of clothing, but suitable enough for combat would be greatly appreciated." Marshell was now comfortable with Dymien again and felt she could handle a good conversation with him now. She had to be presentable. For him.

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At first Dymien was worried that his joke was going to be taken wrong. He watched her face carefully until he realized it was only a surprise that he was seeing and not a horror that Dymien had just hit on her a little. It became easier to smile as her blush came back full force and she tried to hide her face from it. Marshell's giggle made Dymien's heart burst a little and he couldn't contain his slight laugh. The awkwardness that they were both feeling seemed to cool a little at the joke, which Dymien was thankful for. The young tailor wondered how much longer he or Marshell could have handled such a nervous environment. At the very least Dymien knew he was beyond thankful that things had lightened considerably because he wouldn't have been able to finish any work for the rest of the day if he was pushed a little further. It was too embarrassing and his hands were still shaking a little.

When Marshell made a joke attached to his Dymien couldn't contain the blush or the silly grin. There was something about her that made Dymien ache in his chest and he knew that for the first time in a long while he had the sudden desire to create connections outside of his work environment. The thought was terrifying and exhilarating all at once, but he couldn't imagine such a lovely woman as Marshell taking any interest in him outside of his work. What was it even like being around someone when he wasn't obligated to serve them? The question burned in the back of his mind, but seemed to be mostly repelled by the concept of a friendship or more that he wanted from Marshell. Goodness she's so radiant, Dymien thought as he watched her blush and smile.

When Marshell turned her face away and began to speak again Dymien brought his full attention to her words. It took all of his self-restraint not to suddenly blurt out 'I'd be honored to!' Somehow he managed to hold it back, but Dymien faced an entirely different problem when Marshell began to rearrange her dress. Dymien Sei Derran, he told himself, you are a professional. Briefly the young tailor noticed he couldn't catch a glimpse of her face, which he was somewhat thankful for because that would mean she couldn't see his either. And oh goodness did his blush come back. Marshell had a lovely figure that he could see making a dress for easily and happily. She did mention that maroon was her favorite color earlier and the dress he was making would simply look ravishing on her.

Marshell continued to explain her needs and Dymien felt a little confusion picking at his mind. The name Artyn suddenly struck a chord and Dymien realized who Marshell really was. The muse. Her family still lived in String if he remembered correctly and often bought from Grazioso, though never anything made or fitted by his hands. One of the unfortunate things about Strings though was how those higher class families liked to gossip about each other. That was how Dymien had first heard of 'the little rogue' as she was described by one gossip. The young tailor didn't ever think a foul think of those he heard in rumors, and after coming face to face with Marshell he wondered why anyone could think anything negative of her. The reason she needed battle attire was because she was a muse though. That was what Dymien finally managed to recall.

He scratches held up in proof that her dress wasn't good for maneuvering was all Dymien needed to nod his agreement enthusiastically. He recalled helping a young man from the Sanctuary a knew that those attending and those teaching at the establishment could use help. There must have been so much pressure on all of them that the least he could do was assure they we clothed in a lovely way that was still functional. The hands that were shaking out of nervousness were suddenly a little calmer as he pulled back up his dress-in-progress. "I design my dresses to be altered as easily as possible. This dress will be very easy to move in, but still form fitting around the bust and waste so you wouldn't need to worry about it slipping at all."

After a few moments he draped the project over his arm so he could address the other points Marshell had touched on. The business talk made it easier to avoid blushing, though when Dymien thought about fitting Marshell's dress he couldn't contain his blush. It had never been a problem before... Fitting women that was. Every point of his encounter with this woman brought him back to the same point of how different Marshell was in comparison to everyone else. "I could very easily make something like that for you. If you give me specifications I can make everything custom down to the very fabric and embroidering embellishments," Dymien smiled with a warm tone. He made a silent note of doing his absolute best work to impress Marshell.

[Marshell Artyn]

The subject change seemed to work for both parties as not only was Dymien calm enough to slow his blush and shake, but Marshell was calm enough to do something she had debated the whole time. She stepped closer to Dymien. If he inquired about it, she would say, the noise outside was too much and reply that she just couldn't hear, but the real reason was that she wanted to simply be closer to him. He spoke of how he made his dresses and she listened attentively to how he produced his masterpieces. His hands must have had so much experience in that field of work. It was very respectable. Being the rich girl she was, Marshell simply went out and bought a new dress when it tore; but to be able to hem and sew a favorite instead of donating it to the needy, which was her preferred choice of discarding a dress, would be amazing.

Oh he was just too cute. The way the unfinished work of art hung over his arm and the way the tall man stood in his little outfit. He looked like a butler, of sorts, and the way he acted, he liked that. In a sense of course. She gathered the idea that he liked to serve, which was a good quality in some people. His lanky limbs and skinny self matched his height pretty well. Either his metabolism is as fast as Marshell after a Rasch, or he works out a little. She took a mental note of asking him later, which will probably be forgotten as easly as it was taken. Now, Marshell was just now realizing, albeit she had just now gotten closer to him, that she still had to look up at him with her heels on. She kind of liked that. It gave her something to... Look up to. She giggled to herself at her little joke then returned back to Dymien explaining his dresses.

"Your dresses, truly are amazing. I'm so very sad that I have not seen any before. I don't really like to... No. I don't like to at ALL, to go back into String for any means. But.. I can share that story with you on our date." Oh goodness. Marshell felt proud, yet flighty as she had never showed interest in a guy. She was always too scared they would realize who she was and dislike her for her being slow and ditzy. However, she showed her courage yet again by winking. Who ARE you, Marshell? Winking at a guy? Flirting? You're someone I don't know that's for sure! But you're doing good!

[/color] she thought to herself in a proud manner after this little tidbit of pioneering she had discovered. Hopefully it wasn't too out of hand for Dymien. She liked where this was going, and didn't want to ruin it.

His idea for a dress seemed perfect for her. Tight fitting, which she liked, around her sides and top, to keep it steady and a short tail would be perfect for her. Stylish, functional, and battle-ready. But then Dymien asked for specifications. Marshell tilted her head to the side at the first hearing of this word. "Specifications? Do you mean... My measurements?" Marshell was at a loss. She had no idea what her measurements were. "I have no idea what my measurements are! I always just find a dress I like that fits and buy it. I haven't really paid attention to the dress sizes of my dresses. I'm sorry Dymien. Don't you have... Measuring tape or something that you could use to find that out for me?" Marshell's voice seemed to trail off again. That seemed to happen a lot and she hoped Dymien was not bothered by it. But now that she thought about it, she now hoped he didn't think she was an idiot for not knowing her measurements or dress size. Oh goodness. It was ruined now. His line of work was a beautiful diamond amongst the rough coal in a cave, and should therefore be treated properly. For her to not know ANYTHING about Tailoring... Marshell shook the thought. She didn't want to over think things. She just hoped he was still interested even though she knew nothing of what he did.

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[sei]

Date. The lovely word replayed in Dymien's head until he heard it paired with the other equally lovely word. Our date. His grin and his blush were both simple uncontainable as he let out the softest of nervous chuckles. It was hard to tell if she was serious or just harping on the same joke he started, but it didn't really matter. Dymien was content that such a woman was even paying attention to him, let alone humoring such a joke. Marshell really was sweet in character and looks, so it was startling she was still paying attention to Dymien. The tailor didn't really view himself as worthy of conversation outside of work so it was almost a little heart-breaking that he was feeling the ache of wanting to know someone well outside of work. Marshell would probably learn to dislike him out of his work environment.

But for now she was paying attention to him, joking, and still wanted his help with his work. The compliment on his work coming from her only made the entire encounter sweeter, and though he had received compliments on his tailoring before it never seemed to strike him just so as it did when Marshell said it. The jittery energy of before came back in a much more pleasant way, making Dymien more impatient to assist Marshell than anything else. Dymien tried to think of what to say, but the young woman responded to his comment of specifications with a bit of confusion herself. The fact that she didn't know her own measurements was cute in Dymien's opinion. The life of a tailor required a good understanding of a large assortment of measurements, many that most would find rather trivial, but most had the faint idea of what their general measurements were. The fact that Marshell didn't was cute, but then he realized he would be taking the measurements and his blush returned.

"M-M-Measuring tape!" Dymien started, his stutter returning in full force, "Yes, yes of course I do have some. I can get your measurements very quickly actually. It's funny really because most people don't know the exact um... uhhh..." Dymien's voice trailed off as his eyes scanned for his measuring tape. Doing two things really wasn't working for him because he seemed to have forgotten the word- "Measurements! Measurements that us tailors actually need. For best results we almost always do a bit of measuring. This goes double for you because we're wanting a very snug fit, you know, so it doesn't slip at all during fighting." Once he had finished speaking Dymien threw up a finger for pause, diving behind the booth to find his 'emergency toolbox' which was much different for the tailor than it was for most people.

With a triumphant cry, Dymien straightened suddenly and proclaimed, "I found it!" When Dymien came back into sight he held the long strand of measuring tape held up in victory, grinning sheepishly. Hopefully Marshell wouldn't think too bad of him for not being more organized, because sometimes people thought very harshly about such things. With a nervous smile Dymien held it up and asked, "So then it's alright if I take your measurements now?" Dymien realized that to take her measurements he would have to get a little closer and hoped dearly that he would manage to stay completely professional through it. Not that he assumed he was going to let his hands wander or anything scandalous like that, but if the shakes came back it would make it so much harder to get an accurate reading and it would probably make him look like a complete fool.

Dymien waited until he got the answer before he dared try to take her measurements. For the most part he thought he could get it from sight, but Dymien wanted to make her the perfect clothing. So he would wait until he was allowed and he would be care cautious to get everything just right. "Beyond making sure it fits you ideals I can customize it. You can pick fabric, color, and style. If you'd like I could even stitch up little music notes in embroidering for the borders if you find you'd like something like that. Whatever would tickle your fancy." Dymien smiled brilliantly, hoping that the versatility of his skill would make her happy.

[Marshell Artyn]

This man was definitely something else. His finger signaled her to silently nod as he dove behind his counter, then he jumped back into position soon after showing Marshell his triumph. He found the measuring tape! She giggled a little to herself. She couldn't help it, and that grin of his wasn't helping any either. As Marshell calmed her giggle down she transitioned smoothly into saying, "Your toolbox must be like my room! Goodness, I'm glad I remembered that. I need to tidy it up sometime." She giggled again then sighed and looked at the tape. "Awright! I guess I am ready!"

She straightened her arms out and extended her fingers, shaping her body into the letter T. This was a first for Marshell for she had always just found a dress that fit. Now a dress that fit was finding her, and it seemed a little awkward that this man she hardly knew was going to be measuring in area that normally she would feel uncomfortable if anyone else was around them; but since it was his job, she disregarded it. It was needed and the thought of him getting close made her blush again. Marshell hated this stupid blush. It was ruining everything again. Thankfully, as she was frozen in her ready pose he started talking about design of the dress. Oh thank goodness. He's talking business again. A subject change was yet again needed... Look at him.

[/color] her thoughts trailed as she watched Dymien speak of dress designs and customizations for the dress.

He's about to burst with ideas. He's so creative, and now I'm jealous that I've never done anything hands-on like him. You know... He's cute when he means business. Oh! But I should think on any customizations that I may want for this dress. Obviously, maroon. Most definitely maroon. Maybe a black frill on the bottom? Ribbons? Lace? A music note sounds good. Or maybe an hourglass?[/color] As she began to let her mind wander, her gaze followed suit. She squinted a little and tilted her head giving Dymien an awkward glance. She looked empty, but she was focused. Everything went black for her. All she saws was herself amidst darkness. Poof! A figure of a maroon dress appeared in front of her. That's right. Maroon. Black embroidery on the bottom, lacing the tail of the dress. Ribbons. No. No ribbons. They could be in the way. Sleeveless. Shorter. A little tighter. Black lace on the top around the bust. Black lines down the dress? ... ... ... No. Take those off. Note? Yes. One black quarter note. Inside an hourglass. No. Clock. I like the clock. A music note, on the face of a clock. It's perfect![/color] As she thought of each detail, the form of the dress in front of her morphed and altered with each command she gave it. It added, removed resized, and finally she had a vision of what she wanted. Now she had to explain this to Dymien.

She snapped too and shook her head. Hopefully Dymien didn't think she was awkward or anything. She knew she could do weird things when she was seriously focused on something. "Oh customization? I think I would like a very snug maroon dress, with black lace and embroidery around the bottom and top of the dress. On the front and a little to the left of the dress, is it possible to patch a clock on it? If so I would love that, so very much and also would love a quarter note inside the clock or somewhere around it. Ummm may the dress be sleeveless and strapless? That would be nice, and if possible can the dress end around... Say... my shins?" Marshell gave Dymien a smile that seemed to say "I'm sorry!" and hoped that her request was not too complicated. She hated being a burden to anyone and to make such a specific request made her feel like a thorn in Dymien's side. Hopefully he wasn't intimidated by her requests.

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[sei]

It was relieving that Marshell didn't look down on him for his slight messiness. Normally Dymien was very orderly and thoughtful in everything he did, especially work, but this was an unfortunate timing. The night before Dymien had stayed up especially late working through some things so his toolbox was a little chaotic and would be until he found a little time to put it all back into order. With that out of the way though, it became easier to focus on what he needed to, which Dymien was happy about. It made going about measuring Marshell a lot easier when she made light of his embarrassing little mess. Taking a deep breath, Dymien prepared himself for what he was about to do. It was just a normal measurement session, he tried to remind himself, and it wasn't weird of him at all to be that close to Marshell. She was a customer and deserved to be attended to professionally.

As he began to flit about her, pulling out the measuring tape gracefully and swiftly with each measurement he listened to her talk about what she wanted out of her dress. When Dymien had bent over his pathetic excuse for a desk to record all of the numbers he paused to look over Marshell carefully. He didn't want anything to do wrong when he was making her dress, so next to his exact measurements he drew a quick sketch of her body type to assure he wouldn't forget. Not as if the young man really had the ability to forget such a radiant beauty as she, but... He let his thoughts trail off as Marshell finished the description of the dress she thought she would like. For a few moments Dymien remained silent, placing each thing in his mind how Marshell had asked to make a mental note if he could do it right or not. It all seemed to be straight-forward enough and Dymien didn't doubt that he could accomplish what was asked of him, but he found himself wanting to make sure that his vision would match Marshell's.

"So you'd like it to be strapless and... and..." The tailor let his voice fall to silence as his eyes scanned his work area for what he needed to make sure he didn't make a mistake. Sketchpad, sketchpad, oh wherever might have thou gone, Dymien mused silently. It appeared he really wasn't as 'in order' as he believed himself to be, which was somewhat embarrassing considering Marshell was right there to witness his complete lack of consistency. "Oh goodness me, excuse me for another second," Dymien waved an index finger again, diving beneath his work-desk once more. The tailor returned the measuring tape to it's place and dug through one of his bags, pulling free the illusive little sketchbook with a triumphant grin. "Aha! See, nothing can hide from Dymien for too long," The tailor added a slight wink towards Marshell after.

When he finally got everything ready and bent over his sketchbook to draw out the concept of Marshell's dress, Dymien realized fully what he had just done. Oh goodness that was somewhat embarrassing, he thought with a furrowed brow. Being around Marshell did peculiar things to the devoted little tailor and he couldn't exactly say that he wasn't enjoying it either. The change of pace had him doing anything from fumbling with words while blushing to flirting. Dear lord how long had it been since Dymien actually flirted with a girl? He couldn't really remember a time when he had flirted with anyone at all, let alone a powerful and awe-inspiring magician woman. Though normally when someone really liked someone else they tried to get them out of clothing, not into it. Dymien chuckled at his inside joke and began to sketch fervently. By the time he was done the young man had a rough sketch of what he thought Marshell might want out of her dress.

"Was something like this what you were thinking you wanted?" Dymien asked, tilting his sketchbook for Marshell to see.

[Marshell Artyn]

Marshell was amazed at how Dymien took her measurements and recorded them with speed and accuracy. It was almost like the many times she watches herself dance in a mirror to see if a move is good or not. His moves were definitely good. In his own way of course. She could relate to how he took his job so seriously, because she took being a Muse seriously despite the common rumor that she didn't. Dymien recorded everything that he had just taken then sketched a quick form of her body. She was still standing in her T formation when he went on about confirming she wanted a strapless... Then just as before he presented his finger then vanished in the depths of his toolbox yet again.

She leaned forward as he spent his time searching for whatever it was he was searching for. When he popped back up she jumped back into place and giggled. She was startled a little bit at his random jump back, but calmed down when he flashed that grin of his. He said something about nothing being able to hide from him and she simply grinned as she had the perfect comeback for that. "Well.. I don't see why anything would want to hide from you!" Marshell grinned and surprisingly didn't blush this time. It was confidence. He winked at her and didn't blush, so why should she blush when she flirted? FLIRTED!? It's been a while since she's gone down this path before. She's hardly ever walked down it, but this time she feels confident. Thus the absence of blush when she remarked back at him.

Still in her T formation, Marshel watched Dymien slide his hand around his newfound sketchpad. She leaned forward again, arms extended trying to see what he was drawing, but couldn't so she watched him instead. He was as good at drawing as he was at taking measurements. At least that's what she thought, since she saw no use of an eraser. He was focused and working hard on his drawing and Marshell highly respected that. Anyone that has the ability to focus like that is inspiration to her since she has troubles with it herself. Then she began to think that maybe he was a lot more like her than she first imagined. He seemed to misplace things which was a common ritual for the girl, and he seemed a tad flighty, just like her. But he can focus. It was very intriguing to watch him, for sure.

The Muse girl snapped back to when he presented his sketch of what she described. She returned with jaw-dropped silence. It was as if the dress from her thoughts had jumped from her mind to his paper. "That's... Exactly how I imagined it! How did you do that? Can you read minds??" This confirmed it all for her. He WAS that good at drawing, which is something she always wished she could do, along with focusing. He was amazing. Judging by his other works hanging around the stall, she just knew it was going to be amazing.

"I'm... I'm at a loss, Dymien. I'm completely surprised at how you easily managed to make a dress go from my thoughts to reality. I'm very impressed. Very impressed indeed!" Marshell smiled at him with a smile rarely seen. One from the depths of her emotions. She had no reason to smile like this on a regular basis, for there was nothing that made her smile like that. Save dancing, of course but she's too active to get a good look at it. It was a genuine smile and she liked Dymien a lot more now that he had made her do so. She stood there, smiling... Still in her T formation.

[sei]

He couldn't help but notice how adorable her reactions were. From perplexed when it came to what he was searching for to surprised when he jumped back up. Her giggle was slightly infectious and Dymien felt himself laughing a little. It was nice when neither of them fell into a blushing fit at Dymien's little comment. Goodness this was far out of his comfort zone, yet he felt himself pushing regardless. Marshell seemed worth it to him. Maybe that was a silly thing to say considering he didn't really know her very well just yet. During his sketching time it became harder to observe those reactions as well, but once he was done he cast his face to the lovely woman who continued to surprised him.

Once the sketch was done he heard the exclamations from Marshell that made his heart swell. By her reaction it was clear that he had done well in transferring her words to paper, which was good. It was a comfort to know considering certain other customers were certainly more difficult to please. Her excitement made him grin childishly and it took him a few moments to actually bring his gaze up to the young woman. Marshell stood there, looking silly still standing in her measurement position so he suddenly couldn't hold back the torrents of laughs. She was so silly that he simply couldn't help himself, but she began to start talking again so he tried to contain himself.

Dymien set down his sketchbook and stood to face the muse, a smile still spread across his face. With a light tone, Dymien leaned towards her and said, "Well I'm glad you like it. It's really just luck though you see." Gently Dymien placed his hands on Marshell's arms and lowered them back to her side before he continued to speak. "When it comes to the actual creation of the pieces it isn't uncommon for certain customers of mine to be very touchy. Oh if I had a coin for each time someone complained I didn't do their concept just right I might just own my own shop!" He laughed warmly before taking a step back toward his desk. It didn't take him long before his hands found his sketchbook again and he was wondering if there was more to do.

Casting his gaze back to the woman, Dymien took a slow breath. Were there other things that Marshell want specific or had he hit on the important parts? With a warm smile the boy said, "Was there anything else were were interesting in adding to this?" The tailor held out the sketch once more. She did seem satisfied, but Dymien didn't want to forget anything because, while he didn't mind upsetting a few other customers, he wanted Marshell to be extremely happy with the end result. "It is important to tell me now so that I don't forget anything. I'll be using this as the model for when I actually start the creation. I might want to sketch out some other designs too so I know you like what I'm creating."

Dymien felt his heart waver a little. He was still concerned about what he was doing. Work was never a problem, but here was was actually flirting with a girl. That wasn't like him in the slightest. It was not only perplexing for him, but might strike the woman as perplexing the more she learned about him. Almost made him feel like he was all just doing false advertising about himself.

[Marshell Artyn]

Dymien let a few laughs out at her and she didn't know whether to take it offensively or not. She giggled with him instead. Something about Dymien just seemed like he meant no harm to anything at all. There was no way that he could have meant anything harmfully towards her. Realizing this, she laughed a little harder before she talked. Once she was finished he placed his sketchbook down as gently as he took her measurements then stood as gently as he set his sketchbook down.

Dymien crossed the line that Marshell thought wouldn't be crossed so soon. He touched her. It wasn't anything bad, but when he reached for her arms her eyes widened and gave a face that looked as if she just witnessed a murder. Then it was over as he remarked on disappointed customers. Marshell found herself thinking about how anyone could be disappointed around that smile, that air about Dymien that just seemed to make everything better. He was so nonchalant about setting her arms back, and it was that same nonchalance that piqued her interest, however she was still worried that she looked a fool standing like that for so long. He let go and she swooned on the inside, but didn't show it until he turned back to his sketchbook. She was in awe about how by chance all of this happened. It was unanimously a great day for her, and she hoped she made an impact on Dymien as well.

Dymien turned back to Marshell and she snapped back to hopefully not being caught in her little melt-down position. Her eyes shifted side to side as hopes that no one else saw her but in a bustling place as the Klangflablablah Market, she was most likely under the radar, unless to Dymien who was the one she wanted most to not be seen by in her embarrassing position. He asked if there was anything else he wanted to do for her dress and silently she shook her head. She was at a loss for words, which surprised even herself. Marshell was usually the energetic kind, the motor-mouth and could talk a storm if the other allowed, but this Dymien calmed her down and for once she could take things in at a normal pace. Normal... She felt normal.

"It's perfect, Mister Derran. Simply perfect." These words were the only ones that seemed to bubble forth as she stepped forward towards him and gently stroked her hand on the sketch as if it were the real fabricated dress itself. He reassured her that this was an important step, confirming what he had was the last bit before she had her dress. She nodded after he asked for her final opinion. Finally her gaze turned from the sketch to the man above her. "Thank you. Thank you very much, for this. It really means a lot." Her smile had the brightest shine, her eyes looked as if they watered up with a few tears, and her disposition was as graceful and enlightened and she couldn't help herself...

She hugged him.

[sei]

Marshell was beaming. Her praise lit Dymien up once more and he looked dreamily on his work. If all continued to go so well he may actually be inspired to do something entirely new like he used to. Many of his pieces of clothing were reworked older designs or generally took concepts from other bits of his work, but for Marshell he though perhaps he could be entirely original again. The young tailor watched with pride as Marshell ran her fingers along his sketch, telling him how much she liked it with thank yous, which wasn't something the man usually got. He lifted his gaze to take in her smile and began to speak, "I'm glad that you li-" The young man was cut off by the unexpected happening and his face suddenly flushed red.

A hug.

How long had it been since he last had such contact, Dymien wondered with a shocked look in his eyes. The blush on his face was so furious that Dymien swore the warmth alone would give him away. He tried to calm himself so that when they parted from their hug he wouldn't be red as an apple. They had done so well to get over their earlier embarrassing blushing fits that it felt silly to be blushing again, let alone such a pronounced red. Once the hug was over Dymien knew he was still a little pink in the face, but at least he managed to calm himself a little. It was pretty hard to act manly and cool when you were blushing and stuttering so much. Dymien tried to think of a way to say anything that would get his mind off of his awkwardness.

"So um. I was thinking about w-when I finish. I-I-I mean when I finish your clothing," Dymien blushed brighter at his stumbling over words, hoping that Marshell would endure it without laughing. Goodness if Dymien wasn't good at taking huge steps back after making some progress. Taking a careful breath, Dymien tried to calm himself a little so he didn't stutter as much, but it didn't end up helping. "W-W-Where should... we... meet? When I'm d-d-done that is." For some reason the thought of delivering the clothing seemed like it might be more work than actually making the items. Dymien was good with his hands, but when it came to his speech... well that was a different story all-together.

Cautiously, Dymien flicked his gaze back to Marshell once more. With surprising determination he finally leveled his voice out again so that he could say, "I'll bring the dress I started already the new battle dress and some other battle clothing for you when we meet. So where and when Miss Artyn?" The tailor was thankful he managed as much and hoped that it wouldn't be awkward when they met again.