Addition to Made by Mariveaux
Mariveaux peruses through the seemingly endless amount of mail that has accumulated over the last week, her brow furrowed in concentration. Her forehead smooths and she smiles happily when she sees a piece of cheerfully colored parchment, addressed to her in very precise penmanship and quickly picks up a letter opener to break the seal.
The letter reads:
Dearie Mari,
I thought I remembered hearing ye were gifted with the needle and thread and this old lass is in desperation for some new clothes. Would ye be in any position to take my measurements and whatnot and fit me with some of your finery?
A lass needs a little variety, wouldn't ye agree? Perhaps a couple different kilts. Me favorite colors be blue and red, if it helps.
Take care now, dearie.
~Rosie
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "A commission!" She had started to think that the posters advertising her services that she had placed in all the major cities had all been for naught but here was the sweetest Forsaken in all of Azeroth requesting her services. She immediately began packing a small backpack, placing a notebook, measuring tape and enough clothes for a few days' stay. She informed Nixx that she was heading to the Undercity and to let Dualla know that she would return as soon as she could. She rode a windrider to Grom'gol and then patiently waited for the Zeppelin to arrive. As she sat near the arrival and departure planks, she glanced around and slyly sneaked a book from the depths of her bag. Holding it carefully so that the title couldn't be seen, she breathlessly read the next chapter of Northern Exposure, the latest steamy romance novel.
.....
She had met with Rosie and found her delightful to work with and the clothes that she were requesting within her scope of expertise to make. They spent their time together laughing as Mariveaux took Rosannah's measurements and before long, she found herself with another person she was thrilled to call her friend. It was well known that Mari was easy to get along with, as accommodating as a tavern owner should be but what most didn't know was that she had a very big soft spot for Forsaken. No one could deny that when seen in conversation with them that she was always sympathetic but never pitying, gracious but never too polite and compassionate without appearing too tender.
Once she had returned home to Stranglethorn Vale, Mari was determined to give Rosie the best garments possible and decided to use only the most exceptional of cloths. She happily labored for several days, making sure that though while the clothes themselves may be simple and plain, the craftsmanship of her tailoring was exquisite, confirming that each detail was painfully executed to exceptional standards. When she was satisfied that the completed outfits were fashioned to the best of her ability, she wrapped them carefully in bright wrapping paper and hired a goblin courier to hand-deliver them to the blind priest.
Several days later, another cheerfully colored letter arrives. It reads:
Dearie Mari,
Why these feel like the softest, finest things I have ever owned. I thank ye for your kind heart, Mari.
Now I can walk about in style and make the laddies swoon at me feet!
Thank ye, dear.
~Rosie
The letter reads:
Dearie Mari,
I thought I remembered hearing ye were gifted with the needle and thread and this old lass is in desperation for some new clothes. Would ye be in any position to take my measurements and whatnot and fit me with some of your finery?
A lass needs a little variety, wouldn't ye agree? Perhaps a couple different kilts. Me favorite colors be blue and red, if it helps.
Take care now, dearie.
~Rosie
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "A commission!" She had started to think that the posters advertising her services that she had placed in all the major cities had all been for naught but here was the sweetest Forsaken in all of Azeroth requesting her services. She immediately began packing a small backpack, placing a notebook, measuring tape and enough clothes for a few days' stay. She informed Nixx that she was heading to the Undercity and to let Dualla know that she would return as soon as she could. She rode a windrider to Grom'gol and then patiently waited for the Zeppelin to arrive. As she sat near the arrival and departure planks, she glanced around and slyly sneaked a book from the depths of her bag. Holding it carefully so that the title couldn't be seen, she breathlessly read the next chapter of Northern Exposure, the latest steamy romance novel.
.....
She had met with Rosie and found her delightful to work with and the clothes that she were requesting within her scope of expertise to make. They spent their time together laughing as Mariveaux took Rosannah's measurements and before long, she found herself with another person she was thrilled to call her friend. It was well known that Mari was easy to get along with, as accommodating as a tavern owner should be but what most didn't know was that she had a very big soft spot for Forsaken. No one could deny that when seen in conversation with them that she was always sympathetic but never pitying, gracious but never too polite and compassionate without appearing too tender.
Once she had returned home to Stranglethorn Vale, Mari was determined to give Rosie the best garments possible and decided to use only the most exceptional of cloths. She happily labored for several days, making sure that though while the clothes themselves may be simple and plain, the craftsmanship of her tailoring was exquisite, confirming that each detail was painfully executed to exceptional standards. When she was satisfied that the completed outfits were fashioned to the best of her ability, she wrapped them carefully in bright wrapping paper and hired a goblin courier to hand-deliver them to the blind priest.
Several days later, another cheerfully colored letter arrives. It reads:
Dearie Mari,
Why these feel like the softest, finest things I have ever owned. I thank ye for your kind heart, Mari.
Now I can walk about in style and make the laddies swoon at me feet!
Thank ye, dear.
~Rosie