Timestamp: 81st of Summer, 514 AV
Shane was loathe to spend money on luxuries like clothing when he had a perfectly good set already on his back. However he was lacking a scarf and the Fall was approaching. He predicted many windy days in his future and he despised the cold. Business was doing extremely well too so Shane felt almost as if he deserved a small treat. After all there was really no point in wealth unless one was willing to use it. Shane hadn't had the need to buy clothes in a while. His last growth spurt had occurred at age sixteen and he was always careful not to damage his clothing in any way. Even so his clothes were starting to get a little bit worn and perhaps there were a few holes or rips here and there.
He had resigned himself to buy at least a whole new outfit for professional purposes and for that purpose there was only one place the people of Syliras went. The Elegant Weave was perhaps one of the most aptly named shops in the city. Everything from their style to their employees were constantly elegant. It was good marketing and nice clothing. As he stepped through the door into the shop it was almost like stepping into a different world. From the grimy streets of Syliras to the colourful menagerie of clothing and fabrics that was the Elegant Weave. Shane couldn't help but compare the colour explosion to the world of auras. It was certainly the closest thing he'd ever saw to the technicolour wonderland of auras. The irony, of course, was that if Shane were to call upon the sense now what he would most see would be greys for grey was the colour of the inanimate and that's what most of these things were aside from the odd tailor or salesperson here and there.
Shane wandered up to the nearest selection of clothes. He looked through them for a moment before realising they were dresses and moving quickly on. Dresses looked different when not being worn. He came to some scarves next. This was what he really wanted. A nice scarf to replace his old one. The memory of that day tried to come crashing back to him but he held it at bay. It was best not to think about these things. He'd already made his mind up about it. There was no more point in sadness.
He began to try on the different scarves. Some he found just weren't his colour. Others he felt were too long or too short. A rare amount he found itchy or scratchy. These scarves were nothing like his old scarf. Perhaps he was being too nostalgic for his old scarf. It had been a piece of his identity; a piece of his look. His identity was changing so why shouldn't his scarf change? Why bother buying a new outfit if all he wanted to do was stay the same.
He put the scarf he had been trying on down and frowned. He was thinking too much. They were only clothes. He looked around for something else that would catch his eye but eventually he just ended up staying where he was and looking mildly thoughtful. Of all the things he'd done in his life he'd never expected clothes shopping to get him down.
Shane was loathe to spend money on luxuries like clothing when he had a perfectly good set already on his back. However he was lacking a scarf and the Fall was approaching. He predicted many windy days in his future and he despised the cold. Business was doing extremely well too so Shane felt almost as if he deserved a small treat. After all there was really no point in wealth unless one was willing to use it. Shane hadn't had the need to buy clothes in a while. His last growth spurt had occurred at age sixteen and he was always careful not to damage his clothing in any way. Even so his clothes were starting to get a little bit worn and perhaps there were a few holes or rips here and there.
He had resigned himself to buy at least a whole new outfit for professional purposes and for that purpose there was only one place the people of Syliras went. The Elegant Weave was perhaps one of the most aptly named shops in the city. Everything from their style to their employees were constantly elegant. It was good marketing and nice clothing. As he stepped through the door into the shop it was almost like stepping into a different world. From the grimy streets of Syliras to the colourful menagerie of clothing and fabrics that was the Elegant Weave. Shane couldn't help but compare the colour explosion to the world of auras. It was certainly the closest thing he'd ever saw to the technicolour wonderland of auras. The irony, of course, was that if Shane were to call upon the sense now what he would most see would be greys for grey was the colour of the inanimate and that's what most of these things were aside from the odd tailor or salesperson here and there.
Shane wandered up to the nearest selection of clothes. He looked through them for a moment before realising they were dresses and moving quickly on. Dresses looked different when not being worn. He came to some scarves next. This was what he really wanted. A nice scarf to replace his old one. The memory of that day tried to come crashing back to him but he held it at bay. It was best not to think about these things. He'd already made his mind up about it. There was no more point in sadness.
He began to try on the different scarves. Some he found just weren't his colour. Others he felt were too long or too short. A rare amount he found itchy or scratchy. These scarves were nothing like his old scarf. Perhaps he was being too nostalgic for his old scarf. It had been a piece of his identity; a piece of his look. His identity was changing so why shouldn't his scarf change? Why bother buying a new outfit if all he wanted to do was stay the same.
He put the scarf he had been trying on down and frowned. He was thinking too much. They were only clothes. He looked around for something else that would catch his eye but eventually he just ended up staying where he was and looking mildly thoughtful. Of all the things he'd done in his life he'd never expected clothes shopping to get him down.
