The Black eyed demon of fashion

Dragomir was addicted to shopping, honestly. Before, when she had been a poor barista in Romania, it had been more of a problem but in Manta Carlos she had received more money to support this hobby of hers. And now that Dragomir's clothing line was pretty popular on a smaller scale she could actually buy almost any clothing she wanted, within reason obviously. Though she still preferred to make most of her clothes herself.

Dragomir was taking a breather from assignments and...other things that had been going on and was now going around one of her favourite clothing stores, that didn't sell alternative style clothing. Dragomir liked all stylish clothes, even if they weren't made of black leather or didn't have holes in them. Though it must've looked strange to some, a woman wearing sunglasses and who had full-on gothic punk style shopping for clothes that obviously weren't something she would wear. A peach coloured flowy top with a lacy hem and embroidered with cherry blossoms. Dragomir thought it was quite cute, would fit some of he friends well.

Dragomir slipped the top back into the rack and saw an interesting looking skirt on the shelf on the aisle opposite of her. Dragomir went ahead and reached for it, without noticing a person coming at her from the right. Dragomir collided with her and stumbled back, her sunglasses dropping to the ground. Dragomir looked at the girl she had hit and left her sunglasses be for a second.
"Sorry, I completely wasn't looking where I was going. Are you okay?"

Dragomir was a bit amused by the wave of apologies the girl spilled out. The poor thing seemed like she wasn't used to bumping on people, or people in general. Dragomir smiled and lowered herself down to the girl's level, picking up her sunglasses as she did. The girl had a nice accent. Dragomir had a slight romanian accent but it was barely discernible, she was simply too good at english.

"Hmm, I'm not sure rain is that right then, since it looks like you can't stand. Need help?"
Dragomir had a friendly, bit amused smile as she offered the girl a hand to help her up. Her nails were carefully manicured, with red and silver little jewels that formed slithering vines. On one of her fingers Dragomir was wearing a ring that matched with her nails.

Dragomir could see how the girl was shaking a bit, and frowned slightly from confusion and concern. Was Drago scaring her? That wasn't far-fetched, since she looked intimidating with her eyes and style. But, maybe fighting through her fear, the girl eventually accepted Drago's help and took her hand, although carefully. And she still seemed timid.

Dragomir pulled the girl up, and she uttered yet another apology. Dragpmir chuckled and raised a brow slightly.
"At this rate you'll run out of apologies, though it's not possible. But you know what I mean."
Dragomir shook the girl's hand a bit in an unofficial handshake and introduced herself.
"I'm Dragomir. Good to meet you, Morrigan. Are you new around here?"

Dragomir had guessed right, the girl was new. Well, it had been quite obvious from how she acted quite nervous and seemed jumpy. Dragomir wasn't the strangest looking creature on the island, rather she was pretty close to normal. And yet she was only 1/4 human. Dragomir wondered if the girl somehow knew that and that's why acted so nervous. Dragomir kept a relaxed smile on her face as she shook and let go of Morrigan's hand.
"Don't worry, the island isn't that bad once you spend time here. Hey, I spent my first couple of weeks here locked in my room, I was so weirded out."
Dragomir let out a small hearty laugh, attempting to make Morrigan feel bit better.

"Thanks honey. You're missing out, nail art is a blast. It took forever from me to make these, even if it was worth it. But there's no way I could afford a manicure, so got to do it myself. My boyfriend hates it when I hog the bathroom."
Dragomir grinned a bit and wiggled her fingers, making the stones on them sparkle a bit in the light. She reached for the skirt she had tried to get in the first place. It was white with some black floral themed patterns, almost up her alley but not quite. Dragomir held it up, looked Morrigan up and down and held it before her with a thoughtful look on her face.
"Not bad, I like it. The cut could be a bit different but otherwise you'd rock this."

Morrigan seemed so fidgety and nervous Dragomir considered just leaving the poor thing alone. Maybe the last thing she needed was a scary looking gothic punk chick invading your personal time. But then Morrigan mentioned she had never shopped for her own clothes and you could almost see the slight glint in Dragomir's eyes as she saw a chance.
"White dresses have their moments, but I think you need to shake it up a bit, honey."
Dragomir had a small gentle smile as she lifted the skirt a bit, raising her other brow a bit in question.
"I study fashion design, if you're okay with it I can help you find some clothes that will look so good on you they could as well be made just for you. Or you can tell me to fuck off and mind my own business. You choice."