Date: May 19th 2021 Time: 10:45 am Location: The Threaded Needle
@briarbishop
“Well this is... it’s something!” Fiona calls from within her respective dressing room toward the back of the shop that her aunt had apparently once owned. An aunt who would, according to her family, be more than a little miffed if Fiona bought something to wear to the gala rather than allowing her to make it. She’ll take that to heart, but it doesn’t stop her from trying on dresses for fun. Besides, she has to learn what her own taste is, doesn’t she? Thus the trial and error, which she does now with her friend in tow. With some frustration, too, as she fumbles with the back of a dress that she knows well won’t be her choice, but still, she wants to try it rightfully... Fiona huffs a sigh as she walks backward out of the dressing room, looking to Briar over a shoulder. “Can you zip me? I’ll write ‘flexible’ down on the list of things I’m not.” Blonde hair is pulled aside in order to help with the effort, and Fiona smiles once the task is accomplished. “Thank you.” Then, she straightens up, looking at her reflection rightfully, with a laugh. “I look, um...” She’s got a small reservoir to pull from for comparisons, but Fiona shrugs a bare, freckled shoulder. “Like a sad bird. Or maybe an evil one.” So tight, black, and feathered isn’t really her style. Good to know. Despite the failure, Fiona grins, turning toward Briar with earnest. “You should try something! Don’t you want to look as ridiculous as me?” After another laugh and a foolish shimmy, she turns back toward the rack and wheels back to the conversation they’d been having before zipper troubles arose. “You know, I really doubt that you didn’t get an invitation. I don’t see why you wouldn’t be invited. I can ask Lily, if you want. She’s a councilperson – for the fae, technically, but I’m sure she could check, if I asked. She’s... my friend, I think, so hopefully she wouldn’t mind.”