She tilts her head as he moves back a bit, and becomes confused. Certain words he speaks she remembers from when she was just a child, before everything was ruined. Her hand remains on the sword and she slowly steps towards him, looking him straight in the eyes. After a moment she nods. "...Clothes." -- Hafen-Dorf

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Date Posted: 10:45:59 08/28/02 Wed
Author: Aydia
Subject: She tilts her head as he moves back a bit, and becomes confused. Certain words he speaks she remembers from when she was just a child, before everything was ruined. Her hand remains on the sword and she slowly steps towards him, looking him straight in the eyes. After a moment she nods. "...Clothes."
In reply to: Bahari 's message, "*He notices her hand move to her sword.*Whoa! I don't mean any harm! I want to help, is there anything you need, some clothes maybe?* He backs away slightly*" on 10:26:37 08/28/02 Wed

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*Clothes, you need clothes, well there's a tailor just across the street.* He walks across to the door and motions for her to follow.* (NT) -- Bahari, 11:21:23 08/28/02 Wed
- She looks at him hesitantly, then to the door of the shop. Her eyes are questioning as she walks over to the door, peering cautiously inside. (NT) -- Aydia, 11:35:35 08/28/02 Wed
  - *Well, come on. Pick out something and try it on. I'll pay for it since it looks like you really need it.* (NT) -- Bahari, 12:02:55 08/28/02 Wed
    - She steps into the shop, eyes looming over the room. Stepping further in now, she removes her hand from her sword, running her fingers along different fabrics. Her eyes are glazed over as she looks at one outfit which reminds her of something from her shattered past. It consists of a white silk shirt that laces up at the top and and a pair of sleek brown pants. They remind her of something her mother wore once, and she closes her eyes, fingers wrapping around the silk fabric. She looks to Bahari, trying to form words. "...this..." She says, holding it in her arms. "This one...." (NT) -- Aydia, 13:42:29 08/28/02 Wed
      - *Bahari turns to the man in the store.*We'll take this.*Shopkeeper: Ah, excellent choice. And who will be paying?*Bahari:I will* He hands a small bag of coins to the shopkeeper then turns to Aydia.*Will you be putting it on or do you just want to keep it off for now?* (NT) -- Bahari, 16:05:44 08/28/02 Wed
        She thinks for a moment then glances towards the changing area. "I'll change." She turns and heads towards one, changing and then coming back out. She feels different in these clothes, she feels like she's a different person. But as she tries to speak to Bahari, nothing comes out. She's still herself, feeling scared, feeling vulnerable. (NT) -- Aydia, 16:09:55 08/28/02 Wed
        *Ok, now that we've got you some clothes, would you like something to eat.?* (NT) -- Bahari, 16:54:08 08/28/02 Wed
        She looks at him carefully, almost curiously. She doesn't understand why he cares, though she doesn't understand much of anyone anyway. She swallows, thinking for a moment, but then shakes her head. She's not hungry, she decides. She moves towards him cautiously, looking up at his eyes for a moment. "....Thank you..." The words form unaturally to her, but they still form, nonetheless. (NT) -- Aydia, 17:08:10 08/28/02 Wed
        *You're welcome.*He looks down into her eyes, they look cofused, lost.* So, where are you headed, or do you live here?* (NT) -- Bahari, 17:16:55 08/28/02 Wed