From rags to riches- Visna

As it was getting closer and closer to time for her baby to get here, Alvina decided she should order herself some new clothes for once the baby was here. That way she would have some things to wear for when she was no longer very large. She also wanted to try and order some gender numeral things for the baby to wear as well. So that way no matter what she had, the baby would have a good amount of things to wear until she was able to order something that was for a boy or girl. Something deep in her heart told her that the baby was in fact a little boy, but Alvina knew she was going to be happy with whatever she was given. For they would be a sweet innocent little baby and she was going to love them no matter what they came out to be. If it was a little boy she would raise him to be nothing like his father before him. He would be gentle and kind, but still strong and intelligent. If she had a daughter, she would make sure they had a far better education then she did. They would be strong, brave, and fearless. Her children would never have to live the life she had to live growing up, even if it meant she had to work all the time. Maybe if she was lucky she would find someone who could help her, maybe that would be Vern, but she wasn't going to think that way. Not until she knew she was really able to trust other people fully.

The walk to the Dressmakers show was not that long, which was good for her. For her feet had been hurting a lot worse. Plus on top of that, her mental state of mind had been very different since she saw that poor man whipped in front of the village the way he had. Alvina was almost sure that he didn't do what they said he had done. For he didn't look like the type, he looked to scared, to confused to be someone who had just got caught for stealing. For she had seen many people get punished, and she was punished herself. People who were guilty had a different air about them. However she could be wrong, maybe he did steal. However she was sure it was not worth the twenty lashes they gave to him. She just hoped he was okay now, and tried not to think about it when she opens the door to the shop and walked inside to start looking around.

Everything in the shop looked so pretty. There were all kinds of different fabrics and things on display, and it make her wonder what it was like to work with such pretty things all the time. Any times she was forced to sow when she was back in the manor, it was simply things for the King. Things like making shirts, or repairing some of the many burn marks that clothes would get from bring to close to the forge. After a moment her eyes land on someone else in the shop and Alvina is shocked to see that it was the women who had been crying over the man."Hello she finds herself saying to the other women first,and rather awkwardly. "I came to order some clothes for myself and the baby...For once they are born...and I am not as large." she says to her next before frowning.

She couldn't just pretend that what had happened hand't happened. Plus she was honestly worried about the man too."This might not be my place...but....is that man okay? What happened was horrible." Alvina decides to ask as she looks at her and a mixture of pity and sadness. For she fully understood what it was like to be in that man shoes. However it was not like it was safe for her to come right out and say something like that to this women. She didn't know her yet, and she could be a unsafe person to trust her secret to.

She notices a few things as she is looking at the other women. She looked like she had been crying, and upset. Something Avlina could understand as she had seen this women crying with the man that had been whipped. If a person she loved had that happen to them, she was sure she would be just as upset as this women was. It made her feel badly, like maybe she shouldn't even be bugging her for clothes. However at the same time she really did need the things she came here to order. Or she wouldn't have come. ”Of course.” Alivna hears the other women say to her as she stands up. Alvina wants to just hug this women as she sees her glide her way over to where the fabrics were kept. ”Do you have anything in particular in mind?” the other women asks and Avlina gives her a half smile. "I do in fact, some things that are more neutral? So that baby can be warm and comfy until i can come back and get something for a boy or girl." she tells her first. Making sure to give her a gentle smile. "And for myself I would like a few spring dresses...however Ive never be able to order clothes for myself before...so I don't know how all of that works." she tells her next being a little honest. Alvina didn't know because she had never be allowed to order things for herself as a thrall.

Alvina regrets asking about the man who had been whipped right away when she sees the other women freeze in her place. ”He is fine now. Thank you for your concern.” were the other womens words in response and Alvina nodded her head at her. ”I’m sorry uhm… It’s… Hard.” She heard her say next after she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Something about the way this women was reacting was making Alvina want to comfort her. Maybe it was her hormones or that that that she understood this womens struggle and pain. ”So..! Your clothes! How do you want them?” the other women said to her last and Alvina smiled but shook her head even tho the other women wasn't looking. "I'm sorry I'll I could do at the moment was give you my cloak...I wanted to do more, but I was scared." she tells her first as she takes a deep breath and moves a step closer to the other women. Wanting to comfort her, and give her someone to trust in. "And don't apologize, is okay to be upset about what happened. it was wrong." she tells her next.

Putting a little bit of faith in this other women for a moment she took a few more steps and places herself in a place that would make the other women have to look at her. If this women loved a thrall, she would not turn another thrall in. Was what she reasoned with herself as she looked at her. "I was scared because I have been in his place. I understand that its wrong because I was like him." she tells her before slowly lifting her hand to the other women and pulling back to show her the branding on her wrist. "I was a thrall, but I got away." she tells her next, her voice gets shaky near the end. "If I can help..it any way, please tell me and I will....but I wont make you talk anymore, and please keep this information to yourself" she says to her next before she takes a shaky hand and grabs a pink fabric and shows it to the other women.