1223-1226 In the Living Years

[Peregrine_Bjornaer]

@amul

[color=brown]"French? Yes. I can say...Oui. I can say, How much for these tomatoes? They look delicious and I can say I would not pay half that price for such shoddy merchandise, my starving wife would kill me. What more does a man need to know to say?

[color=blue]"That all depends on how much talking the man plans on doing, doesn't it?" Blanche replies.

@amul

((Italics are in French. The rest is in Latin. Latin 3(commerce). I just checked, and this is happening in 1225.4, so that's....French 5 (commerce). Which means he sounds quite fluent in the Italics, and is clearly trying to make her smile.))

((Close. It's winter of 1226.))

@amul

When she stands, he adjusts the silk cloak around her, fussing like a father. It is, she can easily note, an Excellent Quality Cloak, made up the mystically patterned vis-source silks (after they've been drained of vis), making her looking quite the sorceress.

If the cloak fits well enough, she will discard the robe that she had wrapped around her (which, Rashid may note, is incredibly large, white, and has designs of leaves and cauldrons woven into the linen. May look familiar).

If there's a mirror that she will be seeing herself in after he gets her adjusted, she will stand there for a moment, looking at her reflection with growing confusion on her face. [color=blue]"That's...not right," she whispers to herself.