Looking at the face of the changing room door, Sabine felt as if she had been abandoned. She looked around with her beady eyes, scanning the room without having a shred of a clue what to do next. Janius and Meesei got some clothes and went into the room that the shopkeeper mentioned, maybe that was what she had to do? Sabine turned around and cautiously ran her hands over some of the clothing as she strolled by them. She stopped by a mannequin that was coincidentally equal in height to herself. It wore a dress made from similar fibres to Meesei's dress, but was lighter and had some embroidery that reminded her of Netches from Vvardenfell. It's skirt ended just above her ankles and the top was separated completely, leaving midriff bare but covering the shoulders and half of the forearm. Sabine stood, looking at the dress and tracing two fingers down one of it's embroidered patterns.

Janius felt as if he should have been more shocked when Meesei opened the door to the changing room he was occupying. He was almost tripped into one of the walls as he tried to move to one side in a mid-trousers-pulling stoop. He had already slipped on a fibrous jerkin-type article and still had his undergarments on, but it was less embarrassment at his partial nudity than being shoved to one side while in a compromising position that seemed a tad uncomfortable. "Uh, hello Meesei," Janius said semi-non-nonchalantly, as he tied the cord at the belt of his new leggings. "A bit cramped for two, I'll just..." Janius tried to shift around Meesei with his forearms raised and against the walls, "... I'll just get out of your way. These rooms are normally only made for one at a time." Inevitably, he got in the way of her trying to undress herself and ended up sliding out of the door with more physical contact than he was used to from her.

Listening to every word, Ariel held one hand clasped in the other against her front at nodded. Ariel opted not to talk about what many things her former coven had applied Hist sap to in the past. She thought it a shame that it would be hard to come by. If she could get a sample, it would make replicating the scent easier than raising her nose outside the city tree all the time. The mention of body paint was a very helpful point, however.

"Hmm, yes, I think I could do that. If I could make it affordable, I might have a hit there. Especially if I can source the pigments." Ariel said, her mind drifting from the conversation for a moment, before she smiled and looked to Speaks-With-Thread again. "I have a couple of other questions, following on. First of all, um, would you, or anyone you know, be interested in being... well, test subjects, if I were to try and formulate a makeup that you described? Also, about the hist sap, I understand that it would be out of the question to use it as an ingredient, but what do you think my chances are of borrowing a sample that I could use as a reference to try and imitate it? It would be easier than going out to the tree every time to smell for myself." Ariel raised her palms suddenly, trying to be diplomatic, "O-of course I know that the Hist are very important, I don't mean any disrespect. I was just wondering." Internally, Ariel chided herself for not being more culturally sensitive and let her mouth run ahead of her mind. With Janius emerging from the changing room behind Ariel, however, the fact that Meesei had entered beforehand may have proven just enough of a distraction.

Once Janius escaped and closed the door behind him, he took a moment to get his bearings. [i]That was awkward.[/i] He was brought back to reality by his own reflection in the corner of his eye. Near to the changing rooms was a well placed vanity mirror, upon which Janius could scrutinise how well the Argonian style worked on him. He pulled a few faces while he inspected it. He would certainly fit in more with the populous, and the material was perfect for the weather. A bit less strapping than the clothing he was used to, but it had it a distinct charm to it. [i]Perhaps the one with the red feathers on it...[/i]

"Sure," Fendros said, averting his eyes from the jewellery and following Ahnasha to the clothing. It occurred to Fendros that perhaps going to a tailor would be an opportune time for Ahnasha to buy some clothing that fitted her pregnant state more comfortably than the city clothes she often complained about. In fact, there was plenty on display that didn't cover the belly at all. Perhaps it would be a non-issue. Fendros hadn't looked for any clothes for himself yet, but he wasn't too picky. He would probably wear the first thing he found that fit him. "Anything catch your eye, Ahna?" Fendros asked Ahnasha, strolling beside her amongst the wares.