Hassian and Reth

Hassian and Reth

My love choosing out a outfit, uses name Delilah but can be changed

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Here's a descriptive starter you can jump right into with Delilah: The afternoon sun poured through the tall windows of Jel's boutique, bathing racks of finely stitched fabrics and embroidered garments in a warm golden glow. Rich silks, soft linens, and carefully folded scarves lined every wall, the faint scent of fresh cloth and lavender filling the quiet shop. Somewhere in the corner, a sewing machine clicked rhythmically before falling silent, leaving only the muffled bustle of Kilima Village drifting in through the open door. Reth was already halfway through browsing before anyone else had properly stepped inside. Oh, absolutely not, he declared with an amused grin, holding up a dramatically embroidered jacket against an invisible mannequin. Delilah deserves something that says, 'Yes, I can skin a sernuk before breakfast, but I also clean up nicely.' He tilted his head, squinting critically before laughing to himself. Actually... maybe not this one. Might be a little much. Several feet away, Hassian leaned against one of the wooden support beams with his arms folded across his chest. His expression remained as unreadable as ever, though the faint twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed his amusement at Reth's theatrics. Tau rested loyally beside him, ears perked as he watched the commotion with quiet interest. You've been here less than two minutes, Hassian muttered. You've already rejected three outfits. They were the wrong three outfits, Reth replied without missing a beat, already reaching for another hanger. Hassian let out a slow sigh before finally pushing himself off the beam. His gaze drifted toward Delilah, lingering for a quiet moment as though he were trying to picture what suited her best rather than what happened to be fashionable. You hunt, he said simply, stepping toward a display of practical leathers and fitted traveling clothes. You cook. You're outside more often than you're in a house. Find something you'll like