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She nods, "I remember the river, leaving the mountain, then darkness and stars. It's all been a bit much to process. It feels like we were traveling for a long time though." Rosa says as Dagmarr draws her close. It didn't matter where she ended up, as long as Dagmarr was with her, she felt safe.
"I really don't know where they could be," Jerrica says, before signaling to Barclay. "Mr. Barclay, have you seen a blueish half-orc named Derika and a shamaness named Vishanti in this town?"
"Just 'Barclay' is fine," Barclay says before answering. "Yes, I met them the other day. They're doing a little work for me. They're staying in a house up the road. I can take you over there when you're ready."
Sig notices a tattooed woman's eyes upon her.
"That'd be great," Jerrica says.
A middle-aged woman approaches Frostine as she enters. She looks quite exotic compared to the other people she's encountered. "Hello, my name is Asha and this is my shop. How may I help you today?"
Thorgr goes and sits in a chair, confident that Frostine would be alright handling this business.
Giving her love a smile as he goes to sit down, she redirects her attention to the exotic looking woman who owns the shop. Giving her a slight nod of her head she says, "Yes ma'am, we're passing through...and Ms. Atlana told me that I should see you about what I need? See....I'm sort of having an issue with my support undergarment. It's become quite constrictive and I think I might need a larger one or something like that." She says while blushing slightly.
Rosa looks around the room as they wait on Frostine and Thorgr.
Looking around the room she notices the strange looking tattooed woman staring rather intently at Sig. Leaning over and whispering to the Skald she says, "I think you have someone's attention. I thought you guys weren't from this world? Do you know her from somewhere?"
Asha smiles. "I understand. Let's go to the back so I can get your measurement. You don't want it too loose either."
She shakes her head, "No ma'am, that would be just as bad as feeling like having the air sucked out of me." Frostine says as she follows Asha to the back.
Asha grabs her tape measure. "Just passing through? I don't know of many people who go beyond Valwick."
Frostine simply pulls off her sleeves and her winter attired disappears, leaving her in her underthings made up of fur and animal pelts, "The person we need to help lies North of here I think? I'm not sure exactly, but Woden knows where we need to go next and will be taking us there to help them. We just have to see some of Jerrica's friends here in town first." She says in way of explanation.
Asha gives a polite nod, clearly confused by Frostine's answer. "Mmm, I'm afraid I don't have any garments made of this material. Though I do have ones that do keep warm."
Her blush deepens, "Oh...I'm sorry. I'm just going on about people you don't know. Whatever you have is fine, it's just...this is what we had where we came from. It doesn't have to be this material. Something soft and warm will be just fine. Do you think it would be okay to get them in a slightly smaller size for when they go back to normal....or would I need to be measured again?" She asks, clearly understanding nothing of clothing.
"I have some that are adjustable, so measuring you once should be fine for now," Asha says, going around Frostine's bust with the measuring tape. "You can come see me again if need be."
She nods and sucks in a breath as the tape measure rubs against the tender area of her bust, "I'll be sure to if we come back by this way again. I usually don't need to buy clothes since my sleeves and magic allow me to change what I wear and it always fits me. It's the underthings that give me the most grief."
"Perhaps someday there will be magic underthings," Asha says with a slight laugh. "Alright, let's see if I have anything ready-made for you."
Pulling her sleeves back on, her cold weather outfit reappears, and she goes out into the shop with Asha to look at what she has.
Asha takes Frostine to where her undergarments are and finds them in Frostine's size. "Have a look at these and see if any of them appeal to you."
She goes through the underthings, feeling the material of them as well as looking at the color. The color didn't really matter so much since she could easily change the color of whatever she wore, but the material needed to be soft as well as warm. After a couple of minutes she selects two of a nice soft material that feels as if it has some thickness to it for warmth, one in a pink color and another in a dark blue. She selects one more of a more delicate material with lace in black....for fun. She smiles as she thinks of how Thorgr might react to her not wearing animal pelts to bed. As she looks around, she picks out three new panties to go with her new supports in matching colors and material.
Looking up at Asha she smiles, "I think these will do nicely. How much do I owe you for these and could I please change into a set in the back before we go?"
"Three silver per set and, yes, you may," Asha replies.
Reaching into her coin purse she pulls out a gold and hands it to her, "Thank you so much for your time and the beautiful garments. I'm sure Thorgr will be pleased." She says before nearly skipping off to the back to put on one of the new sets.
While there was nothing wrong with her fur and pelt lined underthings, the feeling of the soft warm material against her skin was almost heavenly. She sighs happily as she pulls them on, adjusting the bra so that it fit comfortably while giving her the support she needed. Having put on the dark blue set, she puts the other two sets in her backpack. She didn't want Thorgr to see them, until he saw them on her.
Smiling she goes back out to the room where Thorgr waits for her, feeling much more comfortable in her new underthings.
Thorgr smiles at his wife. "Better?"
Letting out a sigh of relief she gives him a smile, "Much. Ready to go my love?"
"Well that was easy." she says with a smile. Noting the unusual tattooed woman paying attention to her, Sig speaks quietly to Jerrica. "Apparently we have the attention of a few of the locals." she says, her eyes flicking over to the white-haired woman watching her.
"Our falling asleep was most likely our minds finding a way to deal with a journey on a scope beyond what we could possibly understand." Dagmarr replies, idly playing with Rosa's hair.
"Well that was easy." she says with a smile. As Rosa leans in and points out the same tattooed woman she'd just noticed paying attention to her Sig shrigs slightly."No idea, maybe I look like someone she knows?" she says, her eyes flicking over to the white-haired woman watching her.
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Rosa nods her head at Dagmarr's explanation of what happened to them during the strange trip. Her love's fingers in her hair has Rosa so relaxed that she almost misses what Sig says in regard to the woman that was obviously staring at her. Laying her head on Dagmarr's shoulder she sighs softly, "Hhmmmm? Maybe....if she gets curious enough she can always come over and say something I guess? People used to stare at me all the time, I wouldn't worry about it too much."
Despite their unfamiliar surroundings, Rosa finds herself becoming so relaxed as Dagmarr plays with her hair, that her eyes start to close. Smiling a little she sounds a little sleepy as she says softly, "Mmmmhmmm that makes sense love. Your fingers in my hair feels nice."
Frostine and Thorgr leave the shop and head back to the little tavern inside the inn.
"This seems like a quaint town," Thorgr remarks as they reenter the tavern.
Sig doesn't seem to pick up any overt intentions from the woman, who seems to be content to watch the skald for the time being. She is joined by a second tattooed woman and is soon distracted by conversation.
Frostine nods as they spot their friends at a table and go to join them, "It does seem pretty....diverse. I like all the different people and everyone just seems like they're friendly and helpful. It's nice here." She says, agreeing with him.
"Welcome back," Jerrica says to Frostine and Thorgr. "You find what you needed?"
Looking much more comfortable she nods, "Oh yes, everyone here is so helpful. The tailor is really nice too. Sorry it took me a little bit, I had to be measured and stuff. It feels much better, I just wish there was something to help with the tenderness. I don't really have to worry about not fitting in my clothes though since they're magical and will grow with me." She says with a shrug, "How bout you guys? Order anything yet?"
Jerrica shakes her head. "Not yet."
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As if on cue, a grizzled man with kind eyes walks up to the table. "Sorry, I was busy calming down my serving girl. I'm Jericho. What can I get for you? I've got meat, fish and some vegetables."
"Oh that's okay, I hope she's alright. I think I'll have the meat and some vegetables please. Could I have some hot tea with that as well?" She asks, knowing that the fish might set her off.
"I'll have the same as she said, but could I get an ale with mine?"
"Meat and vegetables sound good to me," Thorgr says. "I'll just have some water though."
"I'll have the fish and vegetables with some ale."
"Just some coffee," Woden replies.
"I'll be back in a bit," Barclay says. "I'm going to see if your friends are at home."
Jerrica nods. "Thanks again."
Looking up at the large man she nods and gives him a smile, "Okay, thank you for all your help Sir Barclay."
She then looks at Jerrica and giggles.
Barclay nods and heads off.
Jerrica chuckles. "Great minds think alike."
She smiles as she looks around the place.
Frostine notices two tattooed women at a nearby table, but not much else in this homey tavern.