Filaurel waved distractedly as the new woman came and dragged away Dhruv, his attention fixed on the notables departing the royal pavilion. He was far too proper and composed to offer any critiques of their dress, of course, but Sivan could detect his opinion by the subtle shifts in the cast of the tailor's face as he evaluated each in turn.
"Here is a rare cross-section." Filaurel commented to Sivan, "Obviously for an event of this moment, people come in from all corners of the kingdom- and so you can see directly how the provincial Vals have much more traditional, conservative clothing, while those attendant on the court in Silfanore are doing everything they can to run ahead of the trends. "
Floral patterns dominated the night, of course, though the tailor observed with some satisfaction that even the great and mighty of the realm seldom wore anything which incorporated flowers so subtly as the clothing he'd made for his friend, the alchemist. It was almost a shame he couldn't push Sivan out into the limelight to advertise to them here, but that would have been both inexpressibly gauche and, much worse, an intolerable imposition.
There was, however, an interesting dynamic at play- though the notables and nobles gathered here all had a great interest in putting their own fashion forward, the people close enough to actually attend upon the wedding party had plainly made some concessions to avoid any appearance that they were trying to distract from the event itself. Filaurel approved of that; in general, he thought that subtlety was a virtue in fashion. Perhaps they ought to have more weddings at these things, just to teach the partygoers some measure of self-discipline in their dress...
"Ah, wait-" the tailor said, distracted from his own train of thought. "Did you see the two who just entered the pavilion? A strange woman and an elf of unusual complexion- what odd garments they wore! How unusual, to have foreign dignitaries come to the festival."
