* left to stay
[ gasoliya ]
with that, she walks towards him, but passes to his other side, skirts and layers flowing about her. “unless you are proficient with fabrics, i believe we may both just be here to browse,” she muses, fingers brushing over various materials. “the circulation in fire nation is certainly different than air nation. i’m here for even lighter fabrics than the ones i am wearing…your sister will probably need something red, no?”
“most people of some status do. or, here at least. that said, your hosts should have offered their own in a time like this. not like we all bring a team of stylists when we travel.”
a jab at someone she surely doesn’t know, but the frivolity of the royal family must surely be common knowledge by now. soliya looks amused, and so he speaks more boldly with her. there’s little consequence to speaking your mind here, in the secluded corner of a fabric shop, with a woman who holds no true power in this kingdom.
“we do. interesting though, where we have commonality.”
he turns on his heel, a smooth motion as he follows the line of her hand. slender, pretty nails. well kept, but not gaudy. “i might surprise you yet.” he grins, hand following hers to point to a roll of fabric a little higher. “is this what you’re thinking of?”
he tugs it out a little bit, pulling some of it down so that she can touch it. “and god, no. she needs to stand out. something yellow, for the summer.”











