Private Moving Forward

Seyyal wasn't exactly an avid shopper. Back home she might wander through a bazaar on occasion but mostly what silver she'd earned had gone to supplies or whatever equipment the Lionesses needed. Not to fashion or luxuries, aside from some occasional well-deserved nights at a tavern of course.

But she had a stipend as a student here on this island. And a fairly limited wardrobe. Wearing armor all the time just wasnt cutting qandit. So she found herself doing a bit of 'window shopping' as they called it here. So looking at things on display but not actually trying anything on.

Finally she smelled food, and more importantly that bitter drink called coffee, so she wandered in that direction to distract herself from her indecision. Only to spot someone she recognized. The same person who had given her the earrings that were safely tucked away in a pouch at the moment. "Rosalyn, hi! I didnt expect to see someone I knew here" she called out as she stepped closer through the crowd. The armor making it a little easier to convince people to move out of her way.

Seyyal wrinkled her nose in fake disgust. "Hey, I'll have you know my armor is relatively quiet- compared to something all metal. But I've been good. We're not super used to the holidays here but at least the Secret Santa thing was fun."

She smiled as she casually slipped between two people who weren't paying attention and then deliberately stretched her arms juuust enough to create a sort of bubble of empty space around the two of them. She was no stranger to crowds even if technically this market was a far cry from what she'd been to in the past.

"I'm not really busy. Ok, really I was supposed to be looking for something else to wear. But I smelled food and coffee so..." she shrugged.

Seyyal shook her head goodnaturely. "I don't know how anyone manages to have fun with that. I have no idea where to even start. I have what I need for school and sparring... and a friend helped me get some workout clothes but I've no idea what to wear the rest of the time."

She laughed and fake-punched Rosalyn on the shoulder when she suggested she should be decked out like a princess or something. Then she realized that it might not have been a smart move given her current attire. Oh well. "I mean... I'm not horribly opposed to wearing a dress. But I'm pretty sure what you described would be far too much. I'm supposed to be rescuing a princess, not pretending to be one myself."

Seyyal laughed and shook her head. "I look plenty good kicking in doors and climbing castle walls like this. But things are more casual here. And it's actually ok to not look like im about to wrestle a sand worm or duel a goblin king all the time here."

She did pause to look at what Rosalyn was wearing though. And the attire of most of the people milling about nearby. "Ok, I guess you have a point. I guess i'll hunt for some of these jeans. It feels like everything here has a million differen types though. Where i'm from I could count the styles I could afford on one hand in most places I visited. And i'm better at function over form. Do you think maybe... do you have some spare time to help me out a little?"

Seyyal smiled, genuinely relieved to have some backup and expertise in the battle against shopping. She knew all too well how useful it was to work with someone who had far greater skills in other areas than herself. Even if it literally was just a shopping trip.

"Point me in the right direction and stick close- pretty sure these shoulder-guards can clear a path for the both of us even without my swords drawn," she laughed and began escorting Rosalyn out of the shop they had been in. "I'm no cook at all- aside from probably being the go to for roasting meats out of the Lionesses I guess. But anyways, back home they had something that would translate to something like 'spicy lamp pockets'. Spiced lamb meat with vegetables in a thick broth served in a folded over pocket of crisped dough." She recalled as they walked and then realized how poor a choice talking about food was when hungry and leaving a grocery store. Damn. Clothes first, then food. Otherwise things would be a real mess- that was the strategist inside her speaking up. Bloody pragmatist that she was.