Grandis fashionist: Ahh… Hmm?
Lune: Sorry?
Grandis fashionist: We Grandis are impervious to cold, and it is utterly dreadful for one such as me. Can you guess why?
Lune: Why?
Grandis fashionist: Because… There is no need for clothes. We run about, naked as the day we were born. As a fashion designer, my talents languish from disuse. My life needs colours and textures! … Oh, I have a brilliant idea. Let me dress you. You and your trow marvellous friends. But, but, but! Before I drape you with elegance, you must first best me in eloquence.
Lune: Sounds great.
Grandis fashionist: I shall design new attire for the one able to best me in an eloquence battle. Shall we begin? Then let us commence. Are you ready? I shall start. Finish my sentence in a wonderfully poetic way. Life blooms like a rose, with pearls soft and frail…
Lune: Winter winds will whisper, the ending of the tale.
Grandis fashionist: Your words impress me. Let us continue. Life’s a canvas painted with the colours of our strife…
Lune: Death the artist’s final stroke, completing every life.
Grandis fashionist: Poetic and magnificent. Let us continue. Life sings a song of joy and pain, its notes both sweet and bitter…
Lune: Its echoes fade to stillness, our secrets follow after.
Grandis fashionist: You have a way with words, young lady. You’re good. I should have expected that. Hold on for a moment. It is going to take some time to create my piece. There. I am proud of this one.
Grandis fashionist: I shall design new attire for the one able to best me in an eloquence battle. Shall we begin? Then let us commence. Are you ready? I shall start. Finish my sentence in a wonderfully poetic way. Life is but a fleeting dream, a whisper in the night…
Maelle: While shadows fade to silence, gone beyond our sight.
Grandis fashionist: Your words impress me. Let us continue. Through the veil of shadows, life’s mysteries are spun…
Maelle: Death untangles threads, revealing what’s begun.
Grandis fashionist: Poetic and magnificent. Let us continue. Life dances on the edge of time, a flicker in the breeze…
Maelle: Eternity then cradles us, a promise to appease.
Grandis fashionist: You have a way with words, young lady. You’re good. I should have expected that. Hold on for a moment. It is going to take some time to create my piece. There. I am proud of this one.
Grandis fashionist: I shall design new attire for the one able to best me in an eloquence battle. Shall we begin? Then let us commence. Are you ready? I shall start. Finish my sentence in a wonderfully poetic way. Life’s a river winding through the valleys of despair…
Sciel: It meets the sea’s embrace, where sorrow turns to air.
Grandis fashionist: Your words impress me. Let us continue. Life’s a story written with the ink of dreams and fears…
Sciel: And death the final chapter, where we shed our tears.
Grandis fashionist: Poetic and magnificent. Let us continue. Life’s a blazing comet, racing through the sky…
Sciel: Its light will softly face, where weart skies lie.
Grandis fashionist: You have a way with words, young lady. You’re good. I should have expected that. Hold on for a moment. It is going to take some time to create my piece. There. I am proud of this one. You three have incredible repartee. You earache deserved your win.
Sciel: Thank you. It was nice to learn about your culture.
Grandis fashionist: I am happy you enjoyed it. I personally enjoyed creating those outfits so I hope you wear them all the time. You’ve rekindled my passion for design. I shall become a full-fledged fashion designer. You can count on it.