#igorxmarkus

[tashashut]

Characters for my book. I just thought about their kingdom fashion.

Rules are: they inport cotton and silk but they mostly use whale/shark skin. Because it is hard and expensive to color such skin in dark and strong colours, only nobes and up can afford it. Most people wear uncolored or lightly colord clothing. Fem wear warm colours and Masc wear cool colors.

About shape: high and small whaist is attractive with all genders. Bit only woman fashon have corsets.

About make up: mostly Fem wear it. Masc only highlight brows.

About decor: only nobles and up wear pearls because they are currency and as such symbol of wealth. Merchants and up can use pearls only as juwerely. Most fashionable peasents, artisans and artists wear a lot of calms as decor. Metal decore is rare.

About underwear: it is mostly made from inported cotton because it is more comfortable. Nobles sleep wear is made of inported silk.

People in picture:

-Markus, blacksmith. Inspired by octopus.

-Igor, crown prince. Inspired by warrior fish.

-Finer, king. *in the background. Inspired by salmon.

-Gildred, princess, Finners' oldest doughter. Both woman in red. Inspired by salmon+roach fish.

*Thank you for listening, sorry about bad English.

[tashashut]

On picture are Queen Galilea, King Finner and just created Crown Prince Igor.

Chapter 1 part 1

  It's cold, I feel frost and dampness, my core is becoming rigid. Everything makes sense and doesn't make sense at the same time. I feel all the surrounding beings, fish, people, plants, water... I breathe. I open my eyes. I stand on a broken round podium in white clothes. There are people around me, many of them. Blue skin, scaly or smooth, fish-like, like mine. All in similar clothes, strange shape and with many pearls on them. How do I know all that?

  One is taller than the others, the most richly decorated. We all stand in silence, I am being watched as if I am going to be condemned, but for what crime?

  "Your Highness, he has come, what should we do?" says the only woman, in a long yellow dress. A big person when he looks at me is like reading a book in an unknown language. It stands still, majestic and dignified.

  "We are going back to the palace. There we will dignify him, and then we will go to the world council," he says in a penetrating, clear voice.

  They swim to a nearby village, dragging me along. People keep their eyes on my face. In the village, we get into a smaller boat pulled by sharks. But only the king, the woman and I sit inside.

  "What is your name?" the king asked me, again analyzing me with a look that gets under my skin. What's my name? Name?

  "Igor." I guess, I hope it is the correct answer. After that, we continue our journey in silence.

  We arrived in the city surrounded by a huge bubble of air. Sharks couldn't swim through it, so we're changing transportation. Inside, we get into a carriage and are brought to a huge palace. I know a lot of things even though I'm seeing them for the first time, like a kind of déjà vu.

  Following the labyrinth of corridors, four women in modest clothes run up to us. The king orders them to prepare me. I am suddenly dragged away, unpleasantly bathed, hastily measured and dressed in something more similar to what the others were wearing. Everything is happening so fast. I didn't even realize where I was in the palace, and I already had to leave it.

  "We are going to the surface," explained the king. The others don't talk to me. I don't know why?