While I assure you that your aid would have been greatly appreciated— we certainly needed every advantage available to us, and I can think of none finer than the power of the Emerald Witch herself— I would have been loathe to put you in such danger.
[There is remaining warmth in his remark; Amelia was more capable than a great many storied wizards and sorcerers he'd met in Faerun, most certainly, but to put her in the path of such grave peril... it was one thing to fight alongside his heart while exploring a dungeon, another entirely to imagine the fear and dread he would have felt were she in the Netherbrain's sights.
The head against his shoulder makes his heart skip a beat, and he squeezes her hand as he leads her through the streets of the Lower City at a leisurely pace, taking care to keep to the broadest roads. Baldur's Gate was full of dangerous corners to get into trouble in, even as it was being rebuilt.]
Even a world away, you aided us without meaning to. If not for you, I might have chosen a very different approach in order to ensure we won. I am far better off for your influence, though perhaps I ought not to let the title of 'hero' go to my head. Tales of the "Heroes of Baldur's Gate" have certainly become popular in the months following, but I—
[He pauses a moment, casting her an affectionate glance.]
I think perhaps I'm bound for a more humble existence, after everything. My ambitions of becoming Faerun's greatest wizard have lost some of their luster.
[She had said it already, but the proudness in her heart produces another blooming smile on her face. As far as she's concerned, Gale has earned the title of "hero" a hundred times over, but to know that she was always in his heart and driving his motivations has made this entire trip to Faerun worth it.]
A humble existence, you say? Then I apologize when I say that I think you are Faerun's greatest wizard for me. I hope that won't lose its luster for you.
[As they pass more Baldur's Gate city folk, it takes a glance for her to realize that she's still in her more modern skirt and blouse.]
[He pauses long enough to lift her hand so that he can bow his head and brush his lips against its back, his smile pulling wide enough that his eyes crinkle.]
That is a title I will accept most graciously.
[It would be impossible for that to lose its luster— hers is the opinion he has come to value most, this past year.
He had not given much thought to the fact that her clothing might stand out, overjoyed as he had been to see her, but he does let out a thoughtful hum once she draws attention to her appearance.]
While I feel you're perfect just as you are, if you'd like to blend in with the locals, there's a place we can stop not far from here. The Facemaker's Boutique will no doubt have something to your liking.
[She realizes that she missed so many of his affectionate gestures, things that would never be allowed of anyone else. Gale is just that special to the Emerald Witch.
The suggested boutique is a good start as any and she nods.]
Let's make that our detour then. I probably shouldn't upgrade to wizard robes that quickly anyway. I've barely been here 24 hours.
I think we can find you some compromise between your current fashion and 'wizard,' though I wouldn't dismiss the latter entirely out of hand.
[He smiles cheekily; there are certain wizard robes he would actually quite like seeing her in, but that had nothing to do with dressing to blend in and was better off being saved for behind closed doors— meaning he knows better than to make any such remark now.
The trip to the Facemaker's Boutique is largely uneventful; the streets are quite busy this time of day, and Gale points out various landmarks and offers tidbits about the shops and other points of interest they pass by as they go— the bank of Baldur's Gate, the Blushing Mermaid, the remains of Gortash's foundry.
They are welcomed warmly into the boutique, with the dwarven woman at the front desk greeting Gale by name and informing him that Master Figaro was with a client at the moment, but that he and his guest were welcome to browse and try on anything they liked and that she would be certain to let the Facemaker himself know they were here as soon as possible. Gale thanks her kindly, then gestures forward to usher Amelia through the double doors into one of the inner rooms, where garments of every imaginable shade are on display.]
I'm almost certain we can find exactly your shade of green, if you like.
[The more risque robes will have their day of discovery. Right now, at the Facemaker's Boutique, Amelia blinks at the dwarven woman, but nods her head back in greeting. She follows Gale and is filled with awe at the sheer amount of garments and colors on display.]
Green is definitely a good start.
[Amelia gently takes the sleeve of a dress to examine.]
Yellows, browns, anything between blue and green should work, as long as it doesn't clash with my hair.
[She holds up a clump of her hair to lay it against the sleeve to compare and contrast.]
If it wasn't for Berna, I'd have clothes working against me rather than for me back home.
[She has a habit of doing that in most areas, he's noted over time. He smiles fondly as she compares her hair against the fabric, his gaze skimming over the rack before them before he takes a few steps to their left and pulls a dress from where it had been hung alongside several others just like it, all in different shades.]
You would look stunning in this, I'd wager.
[Perhaps he's biased, but he's not about to apologize for that.]
Of course, you needn't limit yourself to just one, either. We can get whatever you like!
I'd like to think I've improved a little. I can choose my day-to-day wardrobe without too much hassle nowadays.
[She has to dress properly as a teacher (Berna might say it looked drab, but a humble occupation like that couldn't compare to the Crystalline Witch's usual tastes).
Amelia glances at the dress Gale is showing her and she smiles. She can already tell that it would suit her and that she feels drawn to it even if he hadn't pointed it out first.]
We'll take that one then. I trust your taste on this.
[And then one more dress, sensible trousers, and some tunics, and she'll feel covered for the duration of her stay.]
But you know Gale... [She straightens up and crosses her arms at him with a bemused expression on her face.]
I feel like I could wear linen rags and you'd still heap praise on me.
[His smile pulls wide, one hand coming to rest against his hip as he knowingly cants his head to one side, meeting her gaze with nothing but fondness.]
You've finally caught on, have you? Guilty as charged, I suppose.
[He'll gladly own up to that one.]
I'm of the opinion that you quite improve anything you choose to wear, as a matter of fact. Figaro will surely count himself lucky to have you as a customer— I can hardly think of better advertising.
[He's certain plenty of eyes will be upon her, and not only because she seems to be a fish out of water.]
You'll have to allow me some leeway; I've had months to store up compliments.
[Ugh, that last part... She can't imagine what he would have in store if it had taken her another month to find the door to Faerun. Amelia feigns examining a sleeve of the dress, but it's just hiding her face that has reddened.]
You've become a formidable opponent while we were separated. Don't use it all up in one go, Gale.
[He laughs warmly, averting his gaze and busying himself with examining another item on the rack if only to spare her for a few moments.]
I'll take great care to pace myself. Do you still consider me an opponent?
[He cannot help but tease her in return, though he remembers one particular skirmish that, despite how it had ended, has become a rather fond memory over time.]
Your heart was hard-won. I have to ensure I'm able to hold onto it— complacency is not an option.
[He echoes her, biting back the urge to laugh again; of the two of them, he hardly thinks of himself as someone formidable enough to need standing up to, but he knows what she means, of course— he's gotten quite good at getting her to soften and make exceptions for him, to accept his offerings of affection and let herself take hold of them.]
Well, for your sake, we can make an effort to keep much of it between us. No one else needs to know what lies beneath the Emerald Witch's austere nature. I shall take those secrets to my grave.
[She's embarrassing herself in front of the shopkeeper, have a heart Gale. Her face is sufficiently reddened by his charming words that she hadn't heard in months.]
[Fortunately for her, the woman at the front counter doesn't seem be paying them much mind, and the Facemaker himself has yet to appear, though the low murmur of warm conversation beyond closed doors can be heard nearby. Still, Gale relents, offering her an indulgent smile before gesturing towards the nearby curtain leading to the changing area.]
If I were to hold you hostage, it certainly wouldn't be here.
[Now he'll relent.]
If you'd like to change, I can take the rest from you and settle up with the shop. It sounds like Figaro may be busy with his client for awhile yet, but perhaps it's for the best— once the Facemaker clapped eyes on you, we'd be here for hours.
[She huffs, rolling her eyes and looking to the side at his hostage remark. The nerve of this wizard.]
I'll have to ask about that name later when there's less to impede us. That's much too ominous.
Though not as much as you.
[She'll take one set of clothes to change into and the rest to Gale, going to the back to change. It's straightforward and she only makes one or two magical adjustments for a better fit around the elbows and her armpits. As for her old clothes, well... She tentatively casts some magic on the folded pile and it disappears, hopefully returning to her house.
By the time she's done, there's a few other customers who are perusing the shop. Let's just say some heads are turned when she exits the changing room, running a hand through her hair as she approaches Gale.]
This should do, right? I feel comfortable which is more important, but...
[Aside from the glasses, which aren't too out of place even for Baldur's Gate, it looks like she'll have no problem fitting in.]
[Settling the bill is a simple matter; Gale has a pleasant discussion with the dwarven woman at the front counter as he neatly takes care of things, but his attention is abruptly pulled away when Amelia reappears and approaches him, looking as though she had always been here in Faerun.
For a moment, he only stares; the woman behind the counter turns to take care of another customer, and Gale's mouth pulls into a broad smile.]
The picture of loveliness, as always. Comfort, of course, is paramount. You'll fit in perfectly, though I certainly imagine you'll still draw your share of attention.
[His smile gentles as he steps closer to her and takes her hand in his, the rest of their purchases having been tucked away in his bag— bigger on the inside, of course.]
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[There is remaining warmth in his remark; Amelia was more capable than a great many storied wizards and sorcerers he'd met in Faerun, most certainly, but to put her in the path of such grave peril... it was one thing to fight alongside his heart while exploring a dungeon, another entirely to imagine the fear and dread he would have felt were she in the Netherbrain's sights.
The head against his shoulder makes his heart skip a beat, and he squeezes her hand as he leads her through the streets of the Lower City at a leisurely pace, taking care to keep to the broadest roads. Baldur's Gate was full of dangerous corners to get into trouble in, even as it was being rebuilt.]
Even a world away, you aided us without meaning to. If not for you, I might have chosen a very different approach in order to ensure we won. I am far better off for your influence, though perhaps I ought not to let the title of 'hero' go to my head. Tales of the "Heroes of Baldur's Gate" have certainly become popular in the months following, but I—
[He pauses a moment, casting her an affectionate glance.]
I think perhaps I'm bound for a more humble existence, after everything. My ambitions of becoming Faerun's greatest wizard have lost some of their luster.
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A humble existence, you say? Then I apologize when I say that I think you are Faerun's greatest wizard for me. I hope that won't lose its luster for you.
[As they pass more Baldur's Gate city folk, it takes a glance for her to realize that she's still in her more modern skirt and blouse.]
Ah. I forgot to dress for the occasion.
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That is a title I will accept most graciously.
[It would be impossible for that to lose its luster— hers is the opinion he has come to value most, this past year.
He had not given much thought to the fact that her clothing might stand out, overjoyed as he had been to see her, but he does let out a thoughtful hum once she draws attention to her appearance.]
While I feel you're perfect just as you are, if you'd like to blend in with the locals, there's a place we can stop not far from here. The Facemaker's Boutique will no doubt have something to your liking.
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The suggested boutique is a good start as any and she nods.]
Let's make that our detour then. I probably shouldn't upgrade to wizard robes that quickly anyway. I've barely been here 24 hours.
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[He smiles cheekily; there are certain wizard robes he would actually quite like seeing her in, but that had nothing to do with dressing to blend in and was better off being saved for behind closed doors— meaning he knows better than to make any such remark now.
The trip to the Facemaker's Boutique is largely uneventful; the streets are quite busy this time of day, and Gale points out various landmarks and offers tidbits about the shops and other points of interest they pass by as they go— the bank of Baldur's Gate, the Blushing Mermaid, the remains of Gortash's foundry.
They are welcomed warmly into the boutique, with the dwarven woman at the front desk greeting Gale by name and informing him that Master Figaro was with a client at the moment, but that he and his guest were welcome to browse and try on anything they liked and that she would be certain to let the Facemaker himself know they were here as soon as possible. Gale thanks her kindly, then gestures forward to usher Amelia through the double doors into one of the inner rooms, where garments of every imaginable shade are on display.]
I'm almost certain we can find exactly your shade of green, if you like.
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Green is definitely a good start.
[Amelia gently takes the sleeve of a dress to examine.]
Yellows, browns, anything between blue and green should work, as long as it doesn't clash with my hair.
[She holds up a clump of her hair to lay it against the sleeve to compare and contrast.]
If it wasn't for Berna, I'd have clothes working against me rather than for me back home.
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[She has a habit of doing that in most areas, he's noted over time. He smiles fondly as she compares her hair against the fabric, his gaze skimming over the rack before them before he takes a few steps to their left and pulls a dress from where it had been hung alongside several others just like it, all in different shades.]
You would look stunning in this, I'd wager.
[Perhaps he's biased, but he's not about to apologize for that.]
Of course, you needn't limit yourself to just one, either. We can get whatever you like!
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[She has to dress properly as a teacher (Berna might say it looked drab, but a humble occupation like that couldn't compare to the Crystalline Witch's usual tastes).
Amelia glances at the dress Gale is showing her and she smiles. She can already tell that it would suit her and that she feels drawn to it even if he hadn't pointed it out first.]
We'll take that one then. I trust your taste on this.
[And then one more dress, sensible trousers, and some tunics, and she'll feel covered for the duration of her stay.]
But you know Gale... [She straightens up and crosses her arms at him with a bemused expression on her face.]
I feel like I could wear linen rags and you'd still heap praise on me.
[She finally gets it after all this time.]
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You've finally caught on, have you? Guilty as charged, I suppose.
[He'll gladly own up to that one.]
I'm of the opinion that you quite improve anything you choose to wear, as a matter of fact. Figaro will surely count himself lucky to have you as a customer— I can hardly think of better advertising.
[He's certain plenty of eyes will be upon her, and not only because she seems to be a fish out of water.]
You'll have to allow me some leeway; I've had months to store up compliments.
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You've become a formidable opponent while we were separated. Don't use it all up in one go, Gale.
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I'll take great care to pace myself. Do you still consider me an opponent?
[He cannot help but tease her in return, though he remembers one particular skirmish that, despite how it had ended, has become a rather fond memory over time.]
Your heart was hard-won. I have to ensure I'm able to hold onto it— complacency is not an option.
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You're not an opponent. Just... Someone I ought to stand up to more.
[cause he keeps bullying her with affection that's why!]
If I let you get away with everything, how will anyone believe my mettle?
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[He echoes her, biting back the urge to laugh again; of the two of them, he hardly thinks of himself as someone formidable enough to need standing up to, but he knows what she means, of course— he's gotten quite good at getting her to soften and make exceptions for him, to accept his offerings of affection and let herself take hold of them.]
Well, for your sake, we can make an effort to keep much of it between us. No one else needs to know what lies beneath the Emerald Witch's austere nature. I shall take those secrets to my grave.
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[She's embarrassing herself in front of the shopkeeper, have a heart Gale. Her face is sufficiently reddened by his charming words that she hadn't heard in months.]
Or are you holding me hostage?
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If I were to hold you hostage, it certainly wouldn't be here.
[Now he'll relent.]
If you'd like to change, I can take the rest from you and settle up with the shop. It sounds like Figaro may be busy with his client for awhile yet, but perhaps it's for the best— once the Facemaker clapped eyes on you, we'd be here for hours.
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I'll have to ask about that name later when there's less to impede us. That's much too ominous.
Though not as much as you.
[She'll take one set of clothes to change into and the rest to Gale, going to the back to change. It's straightforward and she only makes one or two magical adjustments for a better fit around the elbows and her armpits. As for her old clothes, well... She tentatively casts some magic on the folded pile and it disappears, hopefully returning to her house.
By the time she's done, there's a few other customers who are perusing the shop. Let's just say some heads are turned when she exits the changing room, running a hand through her hair as she approaches Gale.]
This should do, right? I feel comfortable which is more important, but...
[Aside from the glasses, which aren't too out of place even for Baldur's Gate, it looks like she'll have no problem fitting in.]
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For a moment, he only stares; the woman behind the counter turns to take care of another customer, and Gale's mouth pulls into a broad smile.]
The picture of loveliness, as always. Comfort, of course, is paramount. You'll fit in perfectly, though I certainly imagine you'll still draw your share of attention.
[His smile gentles as he steps closer to her and takes her hand in his, the rest of their purchases having been tucked away in his bag— bigger on the inside, of course.]
Now, how about something to eat?