She sings! She dances! She can help you pay your taxes!

[seemstressed]

Name: un: Taru
Date: Feb 13th
Format: Video

_{[When the feed connects there's nothing to be seen other than a standard sized, wooden chair in the middle of a meagerly furnished dorm room. Soon however a rather petite figure comes into view, one with a cute face and rather large, pointy ears. She can't be more than three feet tall by the looks of it and once she's clambered atop the chair she's left standing on it, only to thrust her arms dramatically in the air for a big wave, a high pitched voice following the action.]}

Hullo! I'm Tataru Taru but just Tataru will do. Twenty one summers old and at your service!

_{[That's right, she's just fun sized. Her arms drop to her sides as she continues.]}

Now I know I haven't been here for very long, but I realized rather quickly that not many here have heard of Lalafell. No I am not a Fae, nor am I anything but a fully grown lady - we Lalafell are simply a small, youthful race - and quite successful might I add, especially when it comes to trade and magic.

_{[She gestures to herself, pointing to her chest.]}

So, for those curious Monsters and Witches out there, not only am I a Lalafell lady but I'm almost a whole Yalm in height. Quite tall!

_{[And she's proud of it too. Now that that's out of the way...it's time for The Hustle.]}

Anyroad, since I've to make a home for myself here and have only found part time work...I wanted to offer my services! Surly tax season is creeping up on everyone, yes? Keeping track of finances and spending, either business or personal, is my specialty! I'm also a very skilled seamstress. If there's something you need made I can sew it! Cooking? Cleaning? Mining? Juggling? Entertainment in the form of song and dance? I can do it all!

If you've any questions don't be shy! Send me a message or come say hello when I'm working at Precogstitchin' or The Sly Seadog! Hope to hear from you all!

_{[With a smile and big wave she's hopping off the chair, only for the feed to cease a moment later.]}

Comments

[finesseblade]

I got most of the blood out myself, but... there's a pretty big rip in the tail of my coat, and a couple more in the sleeves of my best and only shirt.

Think you can handle that?

[seemstressed]

It shouldn't be a problem.
You've only one shirt though?

[finesseblade]

Well... yes. The one I came here with.
Replacing it didn't seem like an efficient use of resources at the time.

[ Translation: he only has so many cunes, mostly from pretending to speed date Sylvain a couple weeks ago, and he had other priorities. Like whetstones. And more than one pair of pants. ]

[seemstressed]

_{[This is so sad. She's actually so triggered right now. What do you wear when you wash your shirt? Have you washed your shirt? Y'know what? She doesn't want to know.]}

A man should at least have two shirts to his name.

_{[Cause, y'know, you fuckers sweat and you're nasty.]}

How busy are you tomorrow evening? I rather patch you up sooner than later.

_{[And she might be able to fix your, uh, only-one-shirt problem.]}

[finesseblade]

[ Who says he wears a shirt when he washes the one he has? It's nips out on wash day at the Blue Lions house right now. ]

Forgive me for not thinking to pack a bag before I stumbled through that mirror.

[ He left all his shirts back in Fódlan. ]

I'm gathering supplies for the upcoming expedition, but I can make time to stop by. Where are you located?

[ Felix is both single and blissfully unaware of the existence of Valentine's Day, Valentione's Day, and all other corresponding holidays so... he's free. ]

[seemstressed]

_{[Must be perky since it's as cold as a witch's teat outside.]}

Meet me at Precogstitchin' when it's time for lock-up. The owner lets me use the sewing machine when the store is closed.

_{[And lucky for Felix...Tataru doesn't have a Valentione :'( but it's Fine. She'll buy discounted chocolates if there are any.]}

[finesseblade]

Ambitious, aren't you? We've hardly been here two weeks and you've ingratiated yourself to the tailor's and the tavern both. Not bad.

[ There are, ah, not as many things to do inside the walls for a man who only knows how to swing a sword, and they wouldn't let him do any real fighting without a Bond. ]

You have my gratitude—and my cunes, what few I've managed to acquire.

[seemstressed]

It's best to forge connections with others when you're in a foreign land. The quicker you do the less empty your dinner plate can be.

You're very welcome and fear not, I promise not to bankrupt you.