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[Mhairi Ankaa]

After their brief talk at the Coronation, Mhairi expected Circe to call her so they could talk elfy fashion, or leather work, but after Summer's craven King fled rather then duel her, she knew that the remaining Summers would want to talk to her, so even if she was expecting to talk to Circe about fashion, she might be ambushed by the appearance of the other Summer, Donovan Ackerman .

So the Ashen Queen and Freehold Director had to prepare for that too.

The meeting would be held in Funderland, but within her office. Just in case. Not only with the threat of...whatever the Summers might do, but Mhairi did want to not only go into 'elfy fashion' but into Hedgespun Raiment. Maybe that was something the elf would be interested in.

Though, speaking of hedgespun, and just in case. Mhairi's throat bore her hedgespun choker, and set within easy reach and on her person is as always, her hedgespun war fans.

Between the last time Circe would have seen her, and now her Mantle has grown, deciding it liked the stole of leaves she'd worn for the Coronation. Now about her shoulders was was a stole of lead leaves, wilted, and shinning much like her crown, and smelling of dead and dying leaves, stronger then the scent had been weeks previous.

Under that stole of wilted lead leaves is an underbust corset, with a tank-top under that. Mhairi felt warm and cold, and the stole of lead leaves was still surprising to feel against her skin. Black skinny jeans encase her legs, all for the opportunity for the Ashen Wisp to wear, and showcase her new boots.

So, sitting at her desk, Mhairi waits, sketch book open, colored pencils at the ready, choker, and war fans checked, and checked again.

The door was open, and all that was left was for Summer to arrive...

[Circe]

Circe was wary of talking with Mhairi. What with Alex getting banished and the whole cops going solo on the drug ring thing. The Fairest figured the Director was hoping to schmooze possible next Summer Monarchs or mark future "exiles." Circe would be a lot more comfortable with a witness present, even if talking fashion would probably bore the Hell out of Donovan.

Violence she was prepared for, which was a comfort. The Summer was confident that Mhairi didn't want to risk the cops investigating gunfire in her office.

There was also that little promise she and Mhairi had made back when it looked like Mhairi and Alexander could make amends. Circe was going to stick by that oath, but was wary of telling Mhairi something like: yes I totally expect you to hold still so I can shoot you if you keep acting like Queen Anne. Circe me be an asshole but she wasn't dumb enough to say that.

A brief knock on the door was all that forewarning given before it started to open, "Yo, ya here?" the elf's voice queried as she leaned around the door.

One could forgive people for thinking Circe had somehow stepped out of the coronation and into Mhairi's office as she appeared to be wearing an identical suit, but with the jacket open. This would be false by only technicality: the elf had several of the same suit. The dress shirt beneath seemed to have a little extra bulk across her entire chest for some reason.

The elf quirked an eyebrow at the site of Mhairi still wearing the leafy outfit. "Uh, you wore that with all the normans around?" her confused remark matched her expression as she pointed to the stole. Circe did not expect that.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

The knock has Mhairi looking up even as she answers, "Yep, in here."

Holy fucking cow. Was she nervous.

Fell-flames try and ignore the nerves and focus on the elf in front of her. The same suit? Or another one? "So you like suits? Or did this seem like a suit typed meeting?" Mhairi was nervous, and confused, and both together prompted some babbling.

"You can take a seat if you want," pointing to the chair next to her, "So you can uh-sit and look at the sketch book." Mhairi kinda wanted to bite her lip and take some calming breaths, but she couldn't. Not in front of Circe. Not with what's happened and what might happen.

"Oh-ah..." was this that strange? Mhairi's quicksilver coated, and ever dripping fingers raise up to the stole and pets one of the lead leaves, it shivers and seems to snuggle closer to her touch. "...they can't see it. Like they can't feel the dry heat of your Mantle." Mhairi says in answer even as her heart clenches, hearing 'normans' from someone who wasn't Morgan.

Mhairi shakes her head, "So! What were you after, just something that looks elfy, like a full on costume? Or something with an elfy flare that you can wear around town, I could probably do a suit, since you like them -- or I'm assuming you like them -- or did you wanna talk hedgespun?" comes the wisp's voice, faster then it normally is, but understandable as she picks up a normal pencil.

[Circe]

At least Circe didn't need to worry about the wrong room. As for the first question, "Office space, seemed professional would be the best option. So go with the second one," the elf nodded but failed to notice Mhairi was babbling or confusion.

Circe entered and took a brief look at the office. It was, well, just an office. As for her own confusion, the Director addressed that readily. "Ah. That's good then. I mean, yeah, this is the time of year for strange outfits and this is a theme park but," Circe was doing her own babbling, "too much exposure is to be worried over. Though if they can't see it as it is that is a good thing. Or did you mean they can't see it period? Or like seeing it as a normal stole accessory?"


As she talks Circe eyes the chair before the desk. If she stood she'd have a slight advantage of comfort, but would the Director perceive that as a threat? Circe would like to just be able to defy any threat but power was lacking right now. Unlike some Summers who'd attack regardless of survival chances, Circe preferred to build up then attack. Mhairi had the power, literal and allies, and admitted paranoia.


Circe pulled the chair with her left arm, bringing it over a few feet before plopping down into it. "Hm? Costume could be nice I suppose. I ain't thought of Halloween." She quirked her left eyebrow and ear when Mhairi spoke on about suits and day wear. "Uh, I guess I like suits. I don't always wear them though and I'm not really sure how a elven looking," she paused for the word for one piece of clothing, "garment could pass as normal around town wear. How would you go about doin' that? Like, ya got any ideas? Like a vest or jacket or something?"


Hedgespun was an unexpected turn of topics. Circe knew she was a sexy bitch, it came with being a Fairest, so ethereal attire would go great on her. The elf was a little wary of the price. "Oh, and just to clear something up," Circe got a serious look on her face, "when we talkin' elfy I'm meaning Tolkien and not Santa. Ya suggest those pointy boots with the bells and we gonna have trouble," the smirk should imply she was joking. But the amusement didn't reach her eyes. Circe was wary though hoped the joke would disarm Mhairi.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

"Ah. Okay." Mhairi nods, feeling a little under dressed with that reasoning. Maybe she shouldn't have been so eager to wear her new boots.

"I wouldn't be wearing anything that would being undo attention to us, nor would I go seeking for us to exposed." Mhairi says, wondering if she should say more. Say 'everything i do is to keep this place safe' that was on the tip of her tongue, but with everything that had happened....never mind the catty, 'like some people i've known' speaking of the craven king who's text messages held words and phrases that shouldn't have been typed out, even after she told him to watch his words. Carelessness like that could easily draw the eye of a technologically inclined Loyalist to their door.

"For Halloween, or for some of the Freehold events." Mhairi nods, "It would be in the cut and style, the lay of the vest, or even patterns, embroidery or something like that for an elven suit. I'd probably draw ideas from modern fantasy, tv or movies over books, since that sort of reference would be easier to work with." Mhairi puts the pencil to paper, but stops before she draws anything, "Would you rather have something masculine or more feminine?" she asks, the elf was a beautiful women, but the suits she'd worn weren't as....soft as something feminine could be.

Hedgespun isn't comment on, so Mhairi doesn't push it. But, as Circe expected something like that would indeed look amazing on the Fairest.

Mhairi's head shoots up, her fell-flames sputter and she blinks wildly. "Oh! No!" she cries, "I hadn't even thought of-I mean I was only thinking of fantasy elves and not-not. Santa's helpers." Mhairi says, hoping the Summer would believe her.

[Circe]

Circe chuckled at Mhairi reaction to the Santa clause she'd put into the fashion discussion. "Good, there is enough mixing skeletons and sugar plums at the stores," Circe nodded firmly.

It seems the plan worked perfectly. As for the outfit options, "Feminine would be fine. I dress like this," she waves a hand downward toward herself, "for business. Professionalism and intimidation are useful factors for my work on occasion. That," she points with her right hand's index finger at the paper before Mhairi, "will be pleasure. Plus there is the chance," the feral grin was back. Maybe she could keep dominating the situation if she didn't let up? Why not try, "That a feminine piece might let me slam some guys into walls."

The elf giggled behind her raised hand, "Well, slam them into walls without touching them that is," she lowered her hand, "So, let's see what elfy stuff is bouncing around in your head." Circe managed to suppress the snark about nothing else being there.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Mhairi frowns at the chuckle, but does nothing about it. Smirks could be kind or cruel, and so could laughter. "Sure." she says at Circe's words.

"Ahh....well, you don't need to dress in hard masculine lines to achieve the same effect." says Mhairi as her pencil starts to dance on the page. The lines are light, easy to earse and change, "Something like this, would probably work." Mhairi tears the page out from her book to hand to Circe, the sketch is of a jacket with gloves, the collar of the jacket would rest close to the next, that could be useful to hide something underneath, but seemed form fitting enough to not leave much to the imagination, which might be as useful as being able to hide something underneath of it could be.

It takes a little while for Mhairi to speak again after she starts a new sketch, "Or some embroidery like this, for the not for work outfit," Mhairi explains, tapping her pencil, on the generic looking dress shirt, she'd drawn, leaving the swirling lines of what would be embroidery clear for the elf to look at. This page is also removed, and handed to the elf.

"But if you want something really soft and feminine, this might work," Mhairi hands the women another sketch, this time of a jacket, short in the front and back, but long at the sides, there's a darker line that would be the belt used to tie ti closed.

There's a moment of quiet from the wisp, "Do...you like any of them?" she ask, curious, but cautious of what the Summer might say.

[Circe]

Circe observed as Mhairi drew. The first outfit page she accepted got a curious eyebrow raised, "So going for an elf ninja with this one?" Granted if it was skin tight it'd certainly have potential for the slamming she'd mentioned earlier.

Circe hums as she observes the second sketch, "Already got good suit jackets," she was entirely dismissive of the this sketch. It was also relieving to see that Mhairi was keeping both her hands occupied. Not that she thought the Autumn had a trap door switch or something like that. And out came the third one, "Well that is certainly more feminine then the second one," she nodded in agreement.

The elf made a show of scrutinizing the first and third sketches, looking back and forth between them. She hummed to herself. "Well the first one could be good if tight, though depends on what its made of. Chaffing tight leather I'm guessing ain't fun," she grinned at Mhairi, "Would you have any insights on such leather?" She waited for Mhairi's reaction to the question before continuing, "The third one is really nice too. Any clue what these'd be made of? Or not thought on that yet?" Circe again held back off snarking about the Director not thinking things through.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

"Well it's not like I know what you need to wear....you're a gun runner. I thought that something form fitting, But covering would be good. You could slip some thin Kevlar under there. Or I could fit it with some leather padding. Armor, however slight, is something I'm assuming you're after." Mhairi says, "But if that's not to your liking, how about...." Mhairi snags the first page back and flips it over, pencil working, another jacket, corset boning, cleavage shown, long sleeves match the long back. "This, would this be better?" Mhairi asks.

Her brow furrows, "It's not a suit jacket. It's just a shirt I drew, the point was the pattern on the edges, the embroidery, the stitching, or if it was on leather, the inlay...." gods, she'd even told the elf that the second one she drew was just for the embroidery.

"Anything that touches skin wouldn't chafe. I'm not an armorer, but I could do some hard leather between the top layer, which would be the outside jacket, and the bottom layer, which would be something soft. Maybe lambskin?"

"Circe, you haven't given me your preferences, I'll be making you clothes from scratch, I wanted to design something you'd love, but if you're not going to give me the information I need, how can I do that? You only said 'elfy', you haven't said anything else, until I asked if you wanted something more masculine or feminine. These are all just ideas, thought that might come to be, yes I know what I'd like them made out of, but I'm not making them for me. What do you want? What cuts and styles and fabrics are your favorites?" Mhairi asks in a rapid fire way. Wondering how the elf thought she could just create something as wonderful as she hoped to with naught but 'feminine' and 'elfy' to go off of. "Also, do you know your sizes? Or should I be measuring you?" she pulls out a fabric measuring tape.

"Now, my first instinct with the last jacket would be suede, dyed in a color that would work wonders for you." And yes, that was a subtle way of the wisp asking if the elf had any color preferences.

[Circe]

"Hmph," Circe crossed her arms and slowly shook her head as Mhairi questioned her work attire. "Leather is pretty but it don't stop bullets. Well maybe if its fae leather," Circe sounded quite amused with Mhairi's talk of leather armor. Though she wouldn't want to take part in acquiring any such bullet proof fae hides, "Its rather simple, dress for the meeting based on the client. But this is for fun, not business. I'll leave fun clothing to you."

She ignored the embroidery explanation. Mostly because she figured she could just buy that off the shelf anywhere anyway. "Oh, well good to know you know Mhairi," she grinned, "Cause I got zero experience wearing just leather. Glad you do."

The talk of details and her measurements got Circe a little mischievous. She could try to shake up Mhairi a little more by faking shock at asking about the size of the elf's chest without even buying her a drink. "Good questions Mhairi though," that grin wasn't going anywhere, "to assume a lady doesn't know her own sizes? You surprise me," the elf giggled as she listed off sizes related to her upper body. "I'd prefer a open evening coat or a outerwear corset. I'm afraid I don't know you well enough yet to ask you to make me lingerie."

"For the coat something that stops at my thigh or knees. Not big on collars, but I don't object to hoods, but I do prefer it being something I can wear with it open and not always belted. As you can see" the elf giggled as she motioned to her open suit coat, "sometimes I prefer not to button up," as she looked back up at Mhairi, "If you want embroidery I'd guess Celtic would be easier to swing then whatever Tolkien invented. If you do actual ruins I got no problems with profanities," the Summer laughed, "I"m guessing you mean matching my color as Fannie Fae sees it and not Norma Normal, right?"

Because blue and tanned were very different colors.

"Plus I'm sure I can handle kevlar under wear on my own. Oh, but if you want a bulletproof undergarment," she spread both hands out to her sides, palms raised up before pointing back at herself with both index fingers, "Let me know and I can help with that. No reason I can't help you dress safely while you help me dress pretty."