#⸻ ✧ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐈 : ‘ tbd ’ .

[dellarosula]

╰ ✧ ˖ @cisoriaseams asked:

[DRESSING ROOM] "Ah, you're back. I haven't seen you in a couple weeks, Navia." Standing from an unfinished piece, her friend would find less divided attention than most others. Sleeves were rolled up, hair more disheveled than usual. It appears that whatever it was she'd been working on had given her more of a struggle than she'd care to admit. "Come now, you've got your work cut out for you." While her inflection does not change, it's clear that this is no ordinary client, but instead a good friend. Even at the prospect of ordering the Spina's President around, it never feels too difficult a task, usually because a rewards lies at the end. "I've got a couple dresses for clients similar in physique to you, as well as your latest order ready. I just need your thoughts." Like a whirlwind, Navia has several garments thrust into neutral arms, and is quickly pushed into the changing room, with a curtain swinging, metal rings hissing along a supportive rail. "Quickly now, The boutique has been busy with all these visitors for whatever this festival is. I haven't even been able to book appointments with how much time it's all taking, and that's not even accounting for orders that I have deadlines for afterwards." A glance at the dressing room curtain. "How's your day been, Navia?"

Straight to business, such is the Chioriya Boutique way. Modeled top down by its founder, the very woman dumping enough dresses to last even her a month. Not that Navia has ever once complained, of course. They are friends, after all, and that had to have come from somewhere.

"Goodness, these are..." She's careful to hook the garment bags on the nearest hook with minimal risk of crushing any one of them. "You've had your work cut out for you, I see."

The first is unzipped, its protective layer shrugged away so that Navia can begin the well rehearsed art of donning it. This is routine for them, a song and dance that the Spina's president has never once tired of. Even on her busiest of days, she would make certain there was time to play Chiori's mannequin. It eases her mind, silly as it may seem.

"My day? Certainly nothing compared to yours." She chirps in response, humming to herself as she goes through the motions. Laces here, the odd zipper there-- Navia makes careful work of smoothing out where and how the skirts lay, running a thorough inspection in the mirror before turning towards the curtain.

"Now then, prepare yourself for the latest and greatest work by Teyvat's greatest seamstress-" The curtain is thrown back with as much flair as she knows how to muster ( which is, generally speaking, quite a lot ) and out steps Navia with a smile. "Ta-da!"

Her next role is that of the pincushion, but she hardly minds. It's prime conversation time, after all. "Your turn! Tell me all about your latest projects."