Stitch By Stitch [Open]

[sailorgenerous]

Who: Rarity and you!
What: Rarity is hard at work in her boutique. Please, come bother her - she loves bringing in new customers.
Where: The Carousel Boutique, Fourth District, Traverse Town
When: Afternoon
Warnings: None so far. Rarity will not be pleased with anypony who does anything that requires this thread to have a warning.

She'd heard quite a bit about what had happened aboard the newest world - the Mother of Invention, she'd heard it called. After hearing there was an invisible something attacking people out of the blue, and after Emile came home horribly injured, Rarity had simply sworn off going there. She would go if somepony needed her, of course - that was what friends were for, after all - but she'd keep the tourism to a minimum.

So she'd said hello to Steven and picked up a variety of fabrics and a few new accents that she didn't normally use but couldn't wait to test out, and she got to work. It wouldn't do to stay idle, after all - not when she still needed practice designing for people.

Comments

Obviously an Ivy League league college, then.

[onlyrescuesmaidens]

Carefully, she'd said. Pulling the shirt over his head without wrenching his left shoulder out of its socket or sticking himself with a pin turned out to be easier said than done. For just a moment, Jaime missed his squires.

"I noticed this shirt had short sleeves," he said from behind the screen. "Is that normal? Where I'm from, short sleeves on a man mean he afford long ones. Or he's a smith who's trying to avoid setting his clothes on fire."

"As for color..."

He paused for a moment. At home, he'd always told the tailors "Lannister colors" and been done with it. It might be nice to have a little variety.

"I like red and gold well enough, but YOU are the artist. I'll bow to your judgement."

He had gotten the shirt off without incident, but he winced as he pulled one leg of the jeans off too quickly and stuck himself with a pin.

"No white, though," he added as an afterthought. "I'm not very fond of white."

[sailorgenerous]

"From what I understand, short sleeves are a matter of personal preference, or a concession to the weather." Rarity hadn't thought about sleeves as a status symbol of all things, namely because it simply wasn't an issue in Equestria. "I take it you'd prefer long sleeves, then?"

She smiled widely at the flattery. It was nice to be recognized every once in a while. The smile lessened slightly at the caveat; so much for using one of her favorite colors. "Not even as an accent?"