[open] not a swatch, not a skein had gone to waste

[doneisdone]

WHO: Teren von Skraedder and cheapskates
WHAT: Outfit consultations/fittings/alterations for the ball. From this post.
WHEN: From early Drakonis to the night of the event
WHERE: The Herald's Rest, second floor; personal rooms
NOTES: She can do anything an Orlesian tailor can, and without a stupid mask.

Teren can be found at a large corner table in the Herald's Rest, where she has set up an impromptu workshop for those who can't afford or would prefer not to use the Orlesian tailors.

She is also making house calls for those who request them. (Just put it in your starter!)

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[bookish_lioness]

"There's never any warmth?" Hermione asks, seeming genuinely saddened by this. She enjoys cold weather well enough, and England is known for being a bit damp in the way that Siberia is known for being a bit nippy, but to deal with long stretches of cold with hardly a spring and no summer at all to speak of....

"That's unfortunate. I suppose I can see why showing much skin at all would get me looked at, then."

[doneisdone]

"Not often," Teren confirms, and, glad to see Hermione is catching on, gives her a firm nod. "Aye," she says, "but don't be too put out about it, you're still new to the region. I'll ensure you've got something proper to wear, that still befits someone your age." She was a young lady herself once, and she knows what kind of trust they put into someone who has the power to dress them.

[bookish_lioness]

"Thank you," she murmurs, frowning a bit as she looks down at herself. After a moment of staring down at her jeans and button-down blouse, she hesitantly asks, "There isn't anything too out of the ordinary about what I usually wear, is there? I suppose I haven't seen anyone around here in denim, but no one's made any snippy comments about my clothes." And, quite frankly, she's not entirely sure Adelaide will be paying her enough to account for an entirely new wardrobe.

[doneisdone]

Teren looks her over, smirks a little, and shrugs one shoulder. "There are all manner of odd vestments going about these days," she says, "I wouldn't be too concerned." Women wearing pants has never been exceptionally unusual, after all, so there's no need for her to remark on it. "I've seen stranger by far. ...and some of the strangest have come from Thedas."

[bookish_lioness]

Hermione wouldn't have switched to exclusively skirts and dresses even if that had been the local custom. She's run away from danger in a dress before - this dress, as a matter of fact - and she has no intention of attempting that again, especially when she can't just Apparate to safety. "Oh? Fashion at home can be a little odd, too. What's the strangest thing you've seen here?"

[doneisdone]

Teren smirks and leans back in her chair a bit, glancing over her worktable and seeming to pick over it with her eyes as she answers. "Orlesian court fashion is the easy answer. But Maker, are there some ugly getups in Ferelden as well. In the nobility. I don't know what it is about nobility." She's not about to speak against clothing choices in the peasantry, since it's not like they can help it. Her judgment does have some limits.

[bookish_lioness]

"Well, nobles are mostly making fashion choices with the intention of being seen, aren't they?" Hermione asks, treading lightly. She may know about history, but historical clothing isn't exactly something with which shes highly familiar. "At least, that tends to have always been the trend back home. It guaranteed that people would be talking about you. I'd just wish that people would be more discerning about the kind of talk they purposely generate."

[doneisdone]

"Oh, yes, it's true-- and in doing so they waste both coin and resources in making themselves look as ridiculous as possible." Tell us how you really feel, Teren. "I doubt those of us without money will ever fully understand the lives or intentions of those with it. And perhaps that's for the best."

[bookish_lioness]

Hermione decides that it's probably for the best that no one here knows she comes from a relatively well-to-do family; a pair of dentists hardly counts as nobility and she's never been tarted up for the sake of fashion, but she'd rather not invite the kind of ire Teren seems to have towards the rich. "It does seem a bit silly, making yourself out to be a peacock when you should be focused on more important things."

[doneisdone]

Of course it's all circumstantial, and Teren doesn't hate all the rich-- at least, not the ones who don't make themselves easy targets. It's complicated.
"Aye," she intones, and looks back to her sketches. "Well, unless there's more I can do for you, Miss Granger, I ought to be getting to work."

[bookish_lioness]

Her parents' money doesn't account for much here, all things considered. Which is why she's grateful to have enough money to cover simply alterations on a dress. "Thank you, Miss von Skraedder," she replies with a small smile. "You'll let me know when I can come by and pick it up and leave my payment, I assume? Or if I need to come in for further measurements?"

[doneisdone]

"Of course, of course," Teren replies, waving her away, already focusing on her work. "If I need you, I'll send for you."

[bookish_lioness]

She isn't too dissimilar from some of her professors, in certain respects, and Hermione finds herself smiling despite herself. "Thank you," she tells her, even as she turns away. "We'll be in touch."