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"Do we really have to go into EVERY store, mom? I mean, really." Every shopping day with her mother always went the same. Pass a store with pretty things, go in, spend twenty minutes in it, buy nothing, repeat. Talic loved her mom, but she wasn't a big shopper. Heck, she was happy wearing wife beaters and grease covered shorts. Safria didn't fly with that. Any chance she got she took her daughter out shopping, trying to get her to where more frilly things. Frilly things + Cars = Not a pretty sight (no pun intended).

"Don't give me that sass," a vocal response from her mother meant nothing in the long run. All it really was was 'I don't care at all' and 'get over it'. Talic hung her head while releasing a large sigh and followed her in to the odd looking building.

"Oh my gosh... This place is a mess. Are you really gonna look through all this crap?"

A loud scoff came from Safria's direction, "Just because something isn't put together, doesn't mean it doesn't have something good there. I mean, if we all thought that way, you'd never find a man." <******** b***h... 5 minutes... 10 minutes... 30 minutes... Dear god, how much longer. "Talic! Look! This an amazing..." Another deep sigh, and after a minute she finally looked over.

"Oh wow... Mom... How much does that cost?!" It was a beautiful deep red sari with golden beading and embroidery all across it. With so much detail it was obviously hand made. Hours must have been put into crafting the soft, flowing silk garment.

"No price is on it... Excuse me! Is anyone here?" After a few minutes, a blue haired girl made her way from the back. She obviously had a path laid out in her head, because anyone else would have died crossing that path of junk.

After recomposing herself once pasted the mountain of junk, she announced the unthinkable. "Free." There was no way something with that much work could be given away for free. A high price was to be paid to the person that spend their time making such a fine garment. Talic and her mother exchanged glances with shocked looks on their faces. Both knew the value of saris, as Safria was in fact of Indian decent. It should cost more than Talic made in 4 months if sold properly.

"Sarcasm is for people who use it well."

The young lady gave Talic a very stange look before replying again that it was, in fact, free. No sarcasm or joking involved.

....

Some how and Talic was still not quite sure, they ended up with that sari without payment for it. Too much talking was involved from her mother and the blue haired lady. And even more confusing to her, her mother was making her take it home, but that wasn't as big of a mystery once she thought on it. It was the marriage baby thing again.

Talic continued to try to figure out the oddities of the discussion a penny pinch and the word 'free' created on her way back to her home. So confusing...

Customize Me, baby!

Curio Name: Vinaya [Modest]
Curio: Wedding Sari/Saree Hindi Wedding/Indian Wedding
Guardian: Talic Ruuksa

Item Stage: Drawn, please.
Starting Stage: Terrible Twos for the win?

Gender: Female
Hair: The same color as the dress above. Rich, red-maroon. It has streaks of gold fading in and out of it. Her hair is thick and has a slight wave to it. Ridiculously long hair to the floor.
Eyes: A beautiful, bold gold color.
Skin: A deep Indian tan skin.

Special Traits: Vinaya has brown-red henna tattoos that appear on her hands and feet. They will spread as she grows. She also has jewelry that she cannot removed by anyone but her. Bangles, nose rings/peircings, earrings, necklaces. They hang and dangle, but when someone pulls on them or touchs them, they imbed into her fresh. If they keep pulled and attempting to get it, they go farther in, causing her pain and discomfort.

Clothing Style: Belly button always needs to be showing (legend/myth based). She should ALWAY have a sari, but not necessarily wearing it correctly. Her toddler stage could be just playing with it. If she is wearing here sari in any way, it can not be unraveled by anyone but herself (based on Sari myth/legend). Any color, is fine. She will always have her jewelry, though. Her jewelry is traditional Indian jewelery.

Personality: Vinaya has a tendency to be a 'little' self-centered. If her feelings have been hurt, she doesn't consider why the other person was mean to her or upset, she just thinks about herself. She isn't mean, and she doesn't mean to not care, it's just her. Modesty is a big things to her, though. Her personality was still blossoming and much was to be learned about her.

Potential Powers/Skills: - Her sari and jewelry can not be taken off by anyone but her.
- Does not trip/fall/be clumsy unless it's on purpose or someone pushes her.

Prompt 2
**Can be either Toddler or Kid stage**
Oooh, a thing! What a cool, interesting, unique thing! What is this thing that they find, where did they find it, what do they want to do with it, and, more importantly, would you let them?

"Oh god... This is why I didn't have kids!"

Red. Gold. Blue. Jewelry. Tangle. Eat. That's the only possible thing that could be running through this kid's mind. Under an accumulation of blue fabric, somewhere, was a child. Cyan silk rustled around across the wooden floor as clicks of metal on metal came from the odd blob. It took a few minutes and a decent amount of foot-tipping impatience, a small hand wrestled it's way out of the mass. Hands to arms to shoulder; long hair kept getting in the way as she made her way out. "Vinaya. Get out of the sari," toned to show the 'way to not be sneaky' reprimand, Talic was mainly annoyed by the fact she had to stop working on the car she was fixing to hunt for a mischievous little girl.

Frequent check-up interruptions were a norm in the house since Vinaya had a tendency to have a short memory. Toys she wasn't sposta touch and tv she wasn't watch were what she got into most often, but today was different. Talic had brought out her mother's favorite sari that she's regifted to her less-than-ladylike daughter for airing. Grease stains weren't something that went well with a hand embroidered, gold detail which was why it had long been stored into a chest at the end of her bed. She hadn't thought anything of dusting it off in front of the toddler.

Apparently, that was a large error on her part.

The tall blond had known that the curio was curious about, her bright golden eyes giving away her awe. Hanging the sari up on the back of the living room couch so it wouldn't moth up or smell, she informed the little red head that she should not touch it. A very big 'N-O' was verbally placed across it; black, bold, and big. Talic blocked all the stairs in the house with gates, so she never worried about Viyana getting hurt. Normal day, normal routine. Working in a car garage off of the house, Talic went to work.

In the 15 minutes she'd been out of the house, the Indian child had gotten the sari off the couch, onto the floor, and into the kitchen. She barely could walk. How frustating. This brought us to the current moment in time. "Vinaya. Get out of the sari." The small girl's eyes began to well up. Knowing she was in the wrong, she felt bad, but she really wanted that sari.

"No," a groggy 'no' came from the toddler, before her tears finally burst. It took 20 minutes and a call to Talic's mother before she got the sari back. The self-centered little girl only let it out of her paws when she found out her grandmother was bring her a baby-sized one.