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Date & Time: Saturday, Jan. 5th.
Location: Around the city.
Characters: Shelke and Leliana
Summary: Leliana decided Shelke needs more clothing. Shelke is just sort of going along with it.
Warnings: Unlikely.

Shelke wasn't really certain why she had agreed to go shopping with Leliana. It wasn't that she thought the trip was a bad idea, merely a...pointless one. When she had arrived she'd gotten two more sets of clothes, and she had her uniform. She was wearing them right now, a plaid skirt and blue shirt that fit well enough, and didn't restrict her movement. Did she really need more?

Did she really need dresses? The one she'd worn to the giant Masq. had felt rather strange and uncomfortable, but perhaps one she chose herself would be different. If it didn't wind up with Leliana picking one out for her, anyway. Somehow, she rather suspected the bard woman's personality would mean many, many 'suggestions.'

Well, she probably needed them anyway.

She was sitting on the couch, staring at her reflection in the window as she waited. Her nine year old reflection. No matter how many times she reminded herself she was nineteen, reminded other people she was nineteen, she was still trapped in this nine year old form. Nine year old prison, if she was feeling particularly dramatic. What did she really even need with nice clothes? She had shorts and shirts and that was all children were supposed to wear, right?

She'd seen the dresses that women her chronological age had worn to the ball, and she wasn't jealous, but she was never going to have that, to be able to wear something like that. She knew it, so why did she suddenly regret it? She'd come to terms with-

A knock on the door, finally, and she glanced up. That would've been Leliana, probably feeling quite chipper and excited, really. So after a moment, Shelke slid off the couch and moved to open the door, peering up at the other red head.

"Hello."

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Shelke remembered that first conversation about the Maker, and she almost said something but caught herself. This was a day out, making friends, no need to be antagonistic. "Maybe," she finally said as she fished out some money to pay for the necklace, setting it carefully in an offered bag before turning to look at the other things Leliana is looking at.

"I think I would be more interested in clothing than jewelery," she finally decided when nothing particularly appealed.

With that, Leliana was reminded of why they were here in the first place. "Oh! Silly me. I got distracted, I think." She stuffed her purchases in her back and gestured for Shelke to follow her to the next shop, full of all sorts of dresses. "Here we are! Have fun."

Shelke stuck the necklace she had bought into her backpack as she followed the older woman to the next shop, but she hesitates when told to 'have fun', looking at all the various choices with slightly wide eyes.

She just isn't particularly certain where to begin, honestly, and it's probably rather evident on her face.

Meanwhile, Leliana was already looking for a nice top in one of the shelves. She spared a glance at Shelke while doing it, though.

"Shelke? Hm..." She abandoned her post and led her to a section with clothes, just her size. She pulled out something overly sky blue and frilly, giggling. "Weeell?"

Shelke almost looked apologetic when Leliana had to return to her, but shopping isn't exactly in her skill set, or clothes picking out or...anything necessary for this task. She actually looked relieved as the older girl started picking things out for her, through she can't say she's thrilled with it.

"...I could try it on," she finally decided after a moment. So...frilly...

Leliana beamed and handed her the dress.

"Then do! Now, off with you!" She shooed Shelke away to the direction of the dressing rooms, excited for what she would look like after.

Shelke took the dress carefully and nodded, looking around for a moment before she found the changing room.

She was gone for about ten minutes, trying to sort out precisely how she was supposed to wear it, before she tentatively comes out, barefoot now but with the dress on mostly correctly.

Leliana gasped and ran up to Shelke, placing her hands on her shoulders. She moved her appropriately to take a good look of her on all sides. When she spotted a ribbon untied, she casually tied it and grinned at her, nodding at her reflection at a nearby mirror.

"Look at you, my dear. You look so sweet I could just eat you up!"

Shelke actually flushed slightly at the complement, moving as Leliana wanted her to so the other could decide on whether it was appropriate. She nearly swatted her away when she adjusted the ribbon but forced herself to remain still. She was being social. This was a good thing.

"...I assume that is a compliment?"