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Emery was not, by and large, one predisposed to admit that she was at all maternal. Hers had been a solitary life of dedication to the beauty of her craft; sometimes that had come unflinchingly at the expense of others, and likewise she had suffered the sting of betrayal. She was not of a mind to concern herself with legacy yet and her assistants were a practicality rather than a kindness. Ronan, she would always assert, had conned his way into her good graces with politeness, coin and a certain lost kit demeanour she pitied.
Then there was this Mina Rose. By all accounts she was the sort of vacant bumpkin Emery would claim to have no time for: one ignorant of beauty and form, as likely to be trusted with her works as a kit with cake. She was, however, possessed of some benefits: the lineage of her aunt without the parenting which had clearly damaged the family line. Whoever had raised this polite vixen had raised her impeccably for her class, as far as Emery was concerned. This endeared her; the praise for her work flattered her; the reflection of her own youthful excitement at the prospects of what fashion could do all but sealed it.
The silver tabby’s tail twitched once to the ratmaid – a signal for her to attend to their other customer should he require (at once she skittered to do so), and Emery shot Ronan a look, paw to her chest, and swept over to Mina Rose to circle her. “My dear you can wear anything, provided you make it look stunning. If a jacket and skirt would be to your taste I can provide. As you’ll no doubt see in a moment, our friend will show you just how the sleek form of a hare perfectly accentuates the flow of a long garment – it’s all about complimenting what you have.”
She adjusted a crease here, smoothed a wrinkle there, tweaked the bow of the corset, and finally studied the young vixen with a smile. “Let’s look at you, first, though. Ronan, darling?”
“Absolutely beautiful!” the todd beamed as he clapped his paws, standing beside her to grin at Mina Rose. “You’ve outdone yourself again.”
“I thought as much.”
“You look like a million gilders, Mina Rose!” His nose wrinkled in a cheeky grin. "I don't think I'll be able to cope when Dorian's here too. I'm rarely lucky enough to see beasts modelling, let alone two dresses!" Sincere as he was, his flattery had its own subtle purpose: he knew he would be stretching Emery's generosity with the credit he was going to request she hold for him, but was banking on her being so passionate as to relax her usually firm rules on finance. After all, why stop at one outfit if his new friend wanted more?
Then there was this Mina Rose. By all accounts she was the sort of vacant bumpkin Emery would claim to have no time for: one ignorant of beauty and form, as likely to be trusted with her works as a kit with cake. She was, however, possessed of some benefits: the lineage of her aunt without the parenting which had clearly damaged the family line. Whoever had raised this polite vixen had raised her impeccably for her class, as far as Emery was concerned. This endeared her; the praise for her work flattered her; the reflection of her own youthful excitement at the prospects of what fashion could do all but sealed it.
The silver tabby’s tail twitched once to the ratmaid – a signal for her to attend to their other customer should he require (at once she skittered to do so), and Emery shot Ronan a look, paw to her chest, and swept over to Mina Rose to circle her. “My dear you can wear anything, provided you make it look stunning. If a jacket and skirt would be to your taste I can provide. As you’ll no doubt see in a moment, our friend will show you just how the sleek form of a hare perfectly accentuates the flow of a long garment – it’s all about complimenting what you have.”
She adjusted a crease here, smoothed a wrinkle there, tweaked the bow of the corset, and finally studied the young vixen with a smile. “Let’s look at you, first, though. Ronan, darling?”
“Absolutely beautiful!” the todd beamed as he clapped his paws, standing beside her to grin at Mina Rose. “You’ve outdone yourself again.”
“I thought as much.”
“You look like a million gilders, Mina Rose!” His nose wrinkled in a cheeky grin. "I don't think I'll be able to cope when Dorian's here too. I'm rarely lucky enough to see beasts modelling, let alone two dresses!" Sincere as he was, his flattery had its own subtle purpose: he knew he would be stretching Emery's generosity with the credit he was going to request she hold for him, but was banking on her being so passionate as to relax her usually firm rules on finance. After all, why stop at one outfit if his new friend wanted more?
