Two weeks until the Stairlight Ball and Miko didn’t even understand why she was going. She remembered being drunk and telling a friend she’d go with him so he wouldn’t be… attacked? Miko frowned, that didn’t make sense. Who would attack him at a party? That would be rude. But she did remember saying she’d go, and if there was one thing Miko was good at it was keeping her promises.
The shopkeeper had been babbling on about lines of some sort for a while now and the way he was talking made it seem as if she were meant to have some sort of response when he was done.
“I don’t really like lines,†Miko interrupted his babble, “I get quite bored in them. Is there anyway I could get a dress without a line?â€
The man stopped, silenced in his confusion and slowly walked her over to a selection of giant tent like things made of fabric. He selected one and with a curious look in his eye, handed it to the now nervous Miqo’te. Miko had seen dresses before of course. The Elezan that had raised her sometimes wore these sleek, elegant gowns of silk and lace. She had loved how the dresses hugged the older women’s curves, and the fabric glittered like the moon, but that had been before the Calamity when things like silk were available in greater supply. This dress had ruffles and bows and a lot more fabric than she had been expecting. Miko held it up by the sleeves and looked at the shop keeper with a hint of fear. It looked so feminine! She was going to look ridiculous in this thing, and she’d never be able to dodge a punch or dagger thrust wearing this much fabric. The merchant smiled reassuringly and gestured to a small room where Miko could try the gown on.
A few moments later Miko walked out of the room with a frown on her face and the bow tied awkwardly around her head. “I don’t… I don’t think I did this right.†she blushed.
A bell like laugh drifted over from the other side of the shop followed by an accented voice and a tall sunkissed Miqo’te with a kind grin.
“Uwah... Yangh no think is correct dress...â€
The shopkeeper had been babbling on about lines of some sort for a while now and the way he was talking made it seem as if she were meant to have some sort of response when he was done.
“I don’t really like lines,†Miko interrupted his babble, “I get quite bored in them. Is there anyway I could get a dress without a line?â€
The man stopped, silenced in his confusion and slowly walked her over to a selection of giant tent like things made of fabric. He selected one and with a curious look in his eye, handed it to the now nervous Miqo’te. Miko had seen dresses before of course. The Elezan that had raised her sometimes wore these sleek, elegant gowns of silk and lace. She had loved how the dresses hugged the older women’s curves, and the fabric glittered like the moon, but that had been before the Calamity when things like silk were available in greater supply. This dress had ruffles and bows and a lot more fabric than she had been expecting. Miko held it up by the sleeves and looked at the shop keeper with a hint of fear. It looked so feminine! She was going to look ridiculous in this thing, and she’d never be able to dodge a punch or dagger thrust wearing this much fabric. The merchant smiled reassuringly and gestured to a small room where Miko could try the gown on.
A few moments later Miko walked out of the room with a frown on her face and the bow tied awkwardly around her head. “I don’t… I don’t think I did this right.†she blushed.
A bell like laugh drifted over from the other side of the shop followed by an accented voice and a tall sunkissed Miqo’te with a kind grin.
“Uwah... Yangh no think is correct dress...â€
