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[shri]

WHO: Lakshmi & Alexandrie
WHAT: Fancy Material, pretty clothes.
WHEN: A Time.
WHERE: Lexie's place.
NOTES: Nothing as yet.

She presents herself of a morning to Lady Alexandrie's residence looking - well presented to her last inch, but more than that. All of herself, all of her homeland, of the daughter of a devout Brahmin man, of a Maharashtrian woman. Her saree is tied fast to her hips and pleated perfectly to show off the heavy gold border, vibrant against the deep blue of her favourite colour. Her long, long hair was braided and pinned to the back of her head in a high bun, and ringed with soft white flowers. But it is certainly enough that she catches the eye of more than one person as she walks, and does walk. No grand entourage, and no concern either. Because though she might be wearing enough to feed a family for a year, the sword at her hip and the utter confidence is enough to deter anyone desperate enough to try. That, and, she supposed, her cropped choli top exposed the heavy scars on her back and sides, the rest hidden behind the drape of the saree over her front. Take, as a plainly stated as to say it herself, at your own risk.

She greets Alexandrie's doormen, bowing respectfully to them as she would anyone else, and waits to be received. Takes the meantime to fish out the garments she had made for the Lady to consider. Because this was a little more than simply sharing after all. She needed someone to champion her to the upper classes where no Rifter could ever get a foot in easily. The garments that she and Galadriel had worked out on would be one of a kind, that she was absolutely sure of. Laying the folded up fabric on top of each other, the tops and skirts tucked with each one. The colours were nothing less than vibrant and rich. Silk and cotton woven into all stunningly bright materials.

Strange still, no matter how long though, that no one here took their shoes off indoors. How odd now, as she waits, looking over the walls and ceiling. How things could be the same, how they could be utterly different.

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[coquettish_trees]

Alexandrie, for her part, receives Lakshmi as she might any seamstress-- save, of course, for the sweeping curtsey of the depth accorded to visiting royalty that she renders the woman. Even as a blank canvas in her dressing gown with her hair pinned up simply, she manages to produce the gesture of reverence as if the recieving room were the highest court in the land.

"Bai Saheba," she says, with a bright smile and respectful incline of her head, "I have been awaiting our meeting with scarcely containable anticipation and curiosity." A brief flicker of her hand, and Marceau, who had been awaiting such a gesture, bows with exceptionally crisp precision and departs. Entirely, as he had been instructed, along with the other male servant employed at the apartments.

"And also," she continues as if there had been no change in the residence at all, her tone turning slightly dryer, "with a marked change in my previously reserved opinion of my being attired in women's clothing that contains trousers." It has been over a month now. Enough time and thought that she can obliquely reference the events of Minrathous without blanching and lapsing to silence, although the employment of dark humor is still necessary as shield in its place. The table near the side of the room contains a pitcher of white wine--chilled, if the beading of moisture on it is any indication--and an arrangement of fresh summer fruit, the which she gestures towards. "Would you care for refreshment, or to begin immediately?"