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Ophelia looked away quickly to hide a blush. Last time she gave in to broad shoulders and dark eyes, she'd ended up jinxing every man she came across for almost a month solid. Istas had almost put her in containment for that one. She continued measuring and marking, going back to her messy script and jotting down her numbers. throwing her measuring tape around her shoulders again, she took her pad and hurried over to the counter.

"You, uhm, said you wanted the gray?" she asked. she was getting hungry now, as she usally did after a frustrating day or after she dealt with too many men. "Which one did you want?"

Istas smiled when James introduced himself, and laughed when Lenore introduced herself, it might seem odd, but Istas figured Lenore would have taken care of that small formality when the man had walked into the store. Although Istas had grown up around the Fae all of her life, Istas still didn't think she knew all that much about Lenore, other than she used odd fabrics to make her clothes.

Silently, Istas stood and listened to the conversation between the two in front of her, nodding where she needed to, but otherwise not offering much in the way of conversation. She wanted to laugh when Lenore had James hold her measurements pad; Istas had seen the pad once, and if the bad handwriting wasn't enough to confuse people the fact that it was written in a different language would. To say Istas was surprised when James said that Lenore had made a mistake, because that meant that he could read the language, which meant that he really wasn't human. 'Damn, I knew he wasn't human. That's sad.' Istas thought as she straightened her back and donned her a business air. She didn't feel like interrupting the conversation just yet, but there was no she was letting James out of her sight until he answered some questions. Sometimes being a defender of the village was difficult.

Slowly she walked around the counter to sit on a chair that Lenore had out, and watched the two Fae, paying close attention to any movements that James made. Istas had learned early on that the nonhuman creatures around her didn't think that humans paid enough attention to body language, so the creatures didn't work very hard to have their bodies hide their intentions; Istas hoped James was no different than the rest of his kind.

James nodded. "How kind of you to enslave animals to do your weaving." He smirked and watched her carefully. that think was very dangerous and he did not feel like dieing today. especially not in a tailor’s shop. "They must adore you, I know that I would." He chuckled and looked at the human who sat behind the counter. "How would that make you feel?" He asked the girl. "sad, annoyed, depressed, helpless?" James had a 'thing' about forcing others to work without a choice.

Istas could feel the pride roll off of Lenore in waves as the Fae showed of her little pet; Lenore had always been very proud of the fact that no one else could get the same materials that she made and did nothing to hide that fact. Istas let her mind wonder back to the time when another tailor had tried to move in to Glenyore, it took two days for the Fae to run the poor human tailor out of town; as funny as it was, it was Istas's job to make sure that nothing got out of control, and that was not fun.

James voice brought her out of her memory with a start, the enslaving animals part particularly. 'Crap.' Istas thought as she stood from her seat; Istas also remembered how much Lenore hated slavery in any form. 'Lenore, don't do anything that will make me have to arrest you.'

Istas was about to answer James and hopefully diffuse the situation quickly, but Lenore seemed to get upset faster than Istas could even think of a response. "Lenore." Istas warned, placing her right hand on the hilt of the blade that rested on her back. Istas didn't want this to have to come to bloodshed, but she was ready for anything. When the wings took shape, Istas knew that she had to do something; while Istas herself had never seen a Fae's wings take shape her old master had and he had stressed how important it was to calm the Fae down.

"Lenore," Istas called, "calm down. I doubt that James here meant any harm with his comment. When people don't know things they can't watch their words, he doesn't know about your family, Lneore." Istas hoped that Lenore would listen to her, but if the Fae didn't, and refused to calm down Istas would have no choice but to do something herself. The question was, what would she do?

((OOC: When did they put a language filter?"))

Ifalna walked into the heart of the village, and turned onto the very street where the tailor shop was located. years ago, her teacher, the village warlock, had opened shop right next to it. It was a lovely apothecary, and she had many customers, but since the new comers had come to town they stopped coming for the most part. Sighing, she walked into the Tailor shop prepared once more to ask Lenore if she could pay her to get her caterpillars to spin out some of their silk for her elixirs. She opened the door, and to her dismay, saw Lenore helping a man she had never seen before. "A new comer, and a handsome one at that." She said to herself. She suddenly got a small insight of the future, which happened from time to time. She quietly walked up behind Lenore, and whispered, "Romance." She began to laugh a little.

"Hello Lenore. I'm sorry to come by when you so busy, and to make such a quiet entrance, but I'm here to ask if you can preform that task for me once more for a price." She didn't want the new comer knowing her business with her friend. "He's handsome isn't he?" she added in another whisper. "You know I know about these things, and I'm almost never ever wrong." she giggled.

((OOC: It's been there well over a year now. Go to your settings and take it off. That should fix some of the words.))

"Yes, well Morgan doesn't control such things, and I never say when these things will happen. Though I must admit seeing you flustered about it is rather humorous." Ifalna said keeping her voice low. "If you don't want him then I'll take him. Fates know that I need a handsome stranger in my life seeing as no one ever pays heed to me. I doubt that they ever find me courtable due to my powers, and every other young man comes to my store only for my healing powders and elixirs. Am I even attractive enough for a man to be smitten by me. I doubt that." she said momentarily forgetting why she was there. "Oh, about your little worms that you have here. You know I come by every now and then just for their services. May I indulge in some silk dear friend?" She asked in a normal voice.

Madeline smiled at the harried look on Lenore's face. "Yes, I think I will." She replied. Standing up once again, she walked in her usual graceful motions over to the wall that displayed the different colours. Looking at the different blues she had, Madeline sighed and moved on to the next shelf. None of them caught her eye until she saw one particular shade of purple. Moving the cloth inbetween her hands, she smiled again, the cloth seemed to shimmer and move like waves, it was beautiful. Waiting for a few more moments to give Lenore more time, she headed towards the counter and set the sample on the counter, hoping Lenore knew enough to take her time with her task. Madeline could wait all day if it came to that.