#poor jack gotta show a local norse to the tailors tm

[wolfkcst]

The call came from over the wolf-kissed shoulders, head turning slightly for a light azure gaze to peek from the corner. A stranger approaching them, but not offering any kind of threat when he very well could have. Eivor turns around to face him fully with a hand placed on their hips, and eyebrows arched with bemusement. ❝Perhaps... But you needn't use formalities with me. You can call me Eivor.❞ Their voice is blunt and to the point as they scanned him up and down with wonder... Perhaps he could help them find a local trailer that would make things much more fitting and less hot. Gods damned is it hot... ❝Mind pointing me to a tailor? These are far too hot for this state, ja? I should have packed better...❞ They grumble the last part with slight irritation. To be fair, they did just come from Norway... Much warmer than they originally were.

Jack was a well-read and well-travelled young man. He'd seen all of Lemoyne, New Hanover, Ambarino, New Austin and Mexico, and he'd never seen clothing quite like what the stranger in front of him wore. It looked like it'd be right at home with the clothing one would wear to explore the Grizzlies rather than the warmer climate of the Great Plains. He was curious as to why this stranger decided to talk to him, she didn't appear to be that much older than him, maybe mid to late twenties?

"Excuse me, miss? Ma'am? Don't mean to be rude but, d'you need somethin'? Or is there anythin' I can help you with?" His curiosity was piqued and, well, if he could help out then he would. It just felt right to him.

@wolfkcst asked for a STARTER