Oh no… Oh no… she was going to laugh… she was going to laugh. Bryar could feel the energy rolling off the tiny bird perched on her shoulder. He practically shivered with it… that was nothing new. Really what was the worst the bird was expecting? Bryar had learnt long ago not to ask that question, anything could be blown out of proportion it seemed. Really though what did it matter if Thea laughed at her? She wasn’t really sure she knew her enough to care and why would she want to if that was her response? Someone like that would probably deserve a punch on the nose she rationalised. Of course, explaining all that to Wayra would have taken too long and now the door was opening so she had to be getting on with her spewing of words.

And well… she didn’t laugh. Bryar could tell Wayra hadn’t calmed down yet though, he was never calm there was always something else to get worked up over it seemed. She did notice that Thea seemed… confused? At least she thought that’s what that look was but she wasn’t certain. Had she been in some way unclear? Huh, maybe she had kind of just waffled away but what was she supposed to say? Was there a correct way of asking for help with this sort of girl like stuff? Probably. Tris probably knew how, not that he was especially girly but he was fancy. He had that manner ‘thing’ down. Whatever Thea had apparently agreed to help, and even if she didn’t seem totally enthused, Bryar beamed at her, “Thanks.”

She would have continued with her word scramble but her mouth shut as bouncing into Thea’s room she caught sight of a sort of orderly chaos of dresses that were heaped well… everywhere. “Huh, you know you can’t wear all of these, right?” she frowned and edged round a couple that were splayed out in their finery. She glanced down at her boots she fondly referred to as ‘stompers’ and suddenly felt not uncomfortable but odd. Whatever this room was it was not her element. “What’s so hard about it? Don’t you just stick one on and that's you done?” though as she continued her brief inspection of the dresses lying around, she quickly guessed that was not how it was done. “I just uh, don’t get this stuff you know?” she wasn’t apologising but she was at least trying to make sure she didn’t come off as mean. Bryar didn’t much see the point in explaining that growing up dresses weren’t a thing so much as what was practical. It wasn’t as though there were no female hunters but the fact, she was a girl had never exactly been bothered about. Except the obvious issue of when she started to develop breasts of all things which whilst she understood they were fun now had seemed a bothersome hindrance at the time.

“That’s why I came to see you,” she grinned the confidence filtering back, Thea would know what to do in this situation. Bryar could appreciate that Thea always looked very well put together in a way she did not. Who else was she meant to ask? One of the boys? Tris? Thal? Ha. Short of looking at her like she was demented what help would they be? They were boys. And whilst one of them was fancy she knew the only interest he had in dresses was in getting girls out of them. Thea was clearly the right option, if all these dresses were to judge by. She even seemed to be doing something to hair, why else would it look that scary?

“Don’t worry about it neither have I,” Bryar shrugged, “I mean I don’t much about this dress thing but you have loads you must know everything, or a lot anyways.” That was how it worked right? It was like practising but different. She watched Thea as she started pulling even more of the things out, “Uh sure”. Honestly Bryar wasn’t exactly sure what she liked. Clothing was necessary, if only because people got weird if you walked about naked, and she guessed she liked what she wore. Though now she found herself wondering if that’s because it was what she was used to. Now she was being asked… what did she like? Her stompers.

She stared for a moment at the pile in Thea’s arms… well there had to be something in, there right? So long as it fit wasn’t that half the battle? “I don’t think I could hate all of it,” she doubted that was possible but at least the offer was there she guessed. Thea seemed to be gesturing at something and Bryar turned and frowned at the screen… what was that for? Was it supposed to have something to do with the dresses? Was there more behind there? They certainly seemed to be everywhere else. Peering behind the screen there didn’t seem to be any hiding back there. Thea was holding out a dress to her though so clearly, she wanted her to try it on. Okay then... she took the offered item and hung it over the screen. Wayra finally flew free of her shoulder and found a corner to hide in where he felt ‘safe.’ Gripping her shirt, she yanked it over her head and dropped it somewhere on the floor. Standing there she considered for a moment if she could just get away with trying the thing on over her trousers and eventually decided probably not. Urgh that meant dealing with the boots. Fine. Some effort and hopping around from one foot to another later she was in her pants and ready to get the dress over her head.

So, the amount of fabric was a lot more than she was prepared to deal with. This was somewhat harder than she thought it was going to be. Eventually with a bit of wriggling and twisting she managed to get it into some sort of order. “Well?” she glanced up hair mussed and falling into her face, still feeling slightly triumphant however. “Is this how it’s meant to look?” her feet were gone and there seemed to be a lot of material in their place. “Huh, I thought I’d maybe feel different you know?” mostly Bryar just felt like herself… just in a dress… looking slightly silly. This was just going to give Wayra more to worry about. Oh well.