Fran-tastic

In a whirlwind of motion you find yourself even more mixed up than before, the shock from your evidently successful speech still clouding your mind allowing Fran and Jote to drag you away from the hall with little to no resistance. You half register the houses you pass and the words of congratulations that random Viera offer until at last you are pulled through the entry way of a small home on the far edge of the village. The moment you enter the well lit front room for lack of a better word you are quick to notice the abundance of maps that dress the walls as well as the multiple half constructed weapons and machines that litter the home. Giving this it is easy to connect the conditions with Fran meaning the pair had taken you to Frans humble abode.

However, while the prospect of 'getting started' on your 'mately duties' is tempting a single question still nagging at the back of your mind and demanding your immediate attention. Shaking your head slightly you feel the murky haze of confusion leave you, just in time for you to realize that the girls had pulled you deeper into the home and towards a smaller, dimly lit room in the very back, "Um...so uh...what did you mean by clothes?"

Your question pulls a giggle from Fran and Jote, both of them giving one another that mischievous look that had overcome their features earlier before they roughly release you into the slightly shadowed room. The change from the bright living room to this new area was sharp, your bearing lost and your vision vanishing as you stumble a bit. After a few seconds of fumbling you stand stock still, your body rising up to your full height as you peer into the darkness around you. Suddenly you feel a hand on your chest, the long slender fingers of one of your Viera lovers pressing gently against you and sending you tumbling down onto your rear. Expecting a harsh collision with the ground you brace for impact but instead your body is cushioned by something much softer, a plush feather mattress stopping your fall and squealing as your weight lands upon it. It was then you realized that the two had taken you to Frans bedroom...

Just as your mental light bulb went off so did another physical one, the room lighting up and revealing Fran and Jote smiling at you with that familiar playful smirk. "As you can see my love," Fran began, her hand gesturing to the bow she had proudly displayed on the wall, "this is my home as well as my bedroom."

"It...is very incredible," you comment, looking around at the decorations and items. The walls are covered with finely crafted tools and items, obviously hand made and carefully constructed pieces of art that can only be described as beautiful.

Turning back to Fran you see and unexpected blush on her features, "Thank you, you are too kind."

Your confusion is apparently obvious at Frans comment because Jote quickly comments, "My dear sister is the one that made the majority of what is in here John. She is quite talented in crafting items."

Taking another look around the room you are almost gob smacked at the time it must have taken to done it all and with such skilled expertise. Turning back to Fran you smile, "It is all very beautiful Fran, I am very impressed."

Fran's blush deepens, just the reaction you were hoping for, "I...thank you John."

Jote chuckled softly, her crimson iris glinting slightly in the light of the room, "I hate to interrupt you trying to kill my sister with kindness but I would like to tell you why we have brought you here."

"Please do," you are quick to reply, curiosity filling your tone as you speak, "you said something about clothes earlier..."

"Indeed I did," Jote says with a smile, his gaze turning from you to Fran, "my sister has been deeply interested in exploring, especially the Hume world, and as you can see she is quite skilled at making nearly anything."

"It was my reasoning that I would need to fend for myself if I was to go alone," Fran said with a soft smile, all traces of her blush gone as she walked toward a small trunk that seemed to be tucked into the corner of the room, "that would include weapons, tools, and of course clothing...but most Viera clothing would not be understood or accepted in the Hume world so I learned how to make Hume clothing with a bit of a...shall we say twist?"

Without warning Fran bends down and opens the trunk, her arms reaching inside and pulling out a small bundle of clothing inside as well as two metal leggings. Smiling to herself Fran stands up and walks over to you, handing you the clothing as she speaks, "I made these for practice but it seems that it was the will of the Green that spurred me into making them for you John."

Lifting up the clothing and separating it into pieces you find that it is the same earthy and neutral tones as the other Viera wear. On the top of the bundle is a simple dusky brown, sleeveless top with a medium length collar that extends up your neck. Below that are a simple pair of tanned hide pants and a tribal style breech cloth covered in unique forest inspired designs. The leggings are made of a light weight but sturdy metal, the style obviously made for a human foot instead of the typical Viera one. As you inspect the clothing you gradually realize that every bit of clothing, from the top to the leggings are all your size right down to a T. For a second you actually feel a slight hint of heat rise from your bracer but the sudden sensation is overcome with a bright smile and a touched feeling that spread throughout your whole body, "Wow...thank you Fran, this is an incredible gift and I promise to cherish it."

Fran gives you a soft smile, her cheeks touched with a slight hue of red, "And I shall cherish what you have given me John, your love." That comment now has you blushing slightly, Jote smiling softly as she watches the two of you flirt rather subtly with one another.

However the moment quickly passes and Jote is the first the speak out of the three of you, "It seems that you now have acceptable clothing to attend the feast John, but it would be best for you to try them on before we are completely sure."

"Oh yes," you nod with a smile, "that sounds like a good idea." You wait a couple of seconds, watching Fran and Jote and expecting them to leave the room, yet they never do, "Um...aren't you going to give me some privacy?"

Jote's mischievous smile returns, Fran joining in as their crimson eyes twinkle with mirth, "Fran and I will be seeing you naked eventually, why wait?"