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Piper? Biting off more than she could chew in the arena with two well seasoned Tier'dal. Ambitious little creature wasn't she? Of course she was. Though she was conerned about her left arm. She really couldn't handle any heavy weapon after a while and even the lighter ones got testy. Her bow also wasn't perfectly held straight after a while. Damn Kaden. So about right now, she was getting beat around as those she was against were taking advantage of that left side weakness they were seeing. Okay she knew this so why wasn't she pausing out? Because in a real situation, they wouldn't let up.

Kieran had nodded to Zahara as they had gone off an turned his attention back to watching his daughter, crossing his arms lightly. That wasn't good...though he was afraid she was pushing too hard. And it was quite obvious that she wasn't used to fighting in chainmail either. Just imagine anything heavier she donned. Giving a shake of his head he headed upstiars so that he wouldn't nag at her. To the dinning room with him, running a hand through his battle tousseld hair and giving a look to Malik. "Long night without your bed?"

Of course by the time they had gotten downstairs, everyone else had been on thier way out. Didn't matter to him, meant he got to spend time with daddy and that was just the greatest thing ever. So he was eating some french toast while watching his father with some sort of curiosity. Daddy was acting different than usual. "What's wrong daddy? Dont'cha feel good?" Was he getting sick like mommy had been for a while? That wasn't fun.

"So then, let's see shall we?" He stepped off to the side and began to count off on his fingers. "Two pairs of pants, form fitting yet baggy. We'll do two undertunics, one surcoat, one sleeveless tunic and a long and short tunic by themselves. Short cape as well." He paused for a moment thinking. "Same size boots." He nodded. "Four made with matching and changing. Now then, do you have any particular preferences Galesen? Lady Rainsong? Styles, colors, fabrics?" He paused for a moment and then crossed his arms.

"You are speaking of wearing something beneath the clothes I have already prescribed for you?" One eyebrow quirked and he walked forward then undid his pants and studied the fabric beneath. A shake of his head. "You are wearing far too much Galesen. Elven skin is textured so that extra padding is not required. Women do not like it very much, it actually makes them turn away at the thought you might be...more endowed than your pants claim. Also you have no need of chafing or discomfort with my fabrics. The weave is just so to keep the threads in place and eliminate all strange threading that are often found in a cruder craftsman's work. In short, Galesen, no under things will be required."

"Furthermore, the very same concept applies to all my fabrics and all the clothes that I make. Not only are they of the best quality they are made with an artisan's hands. Any pants made by me and my staff, whether tight or not will not hurt you. They will encase you in what feels like a silk glove. Your natural appendages are well protected in my hands."

Zykariel chose to do the boots and he toddled over to the closet and picked them up then began to carry them back over. "I bet I could wear Mommy's boots." And he wanted to try, so he picked up a pair of rather high ones and slipped his feet inside. He had to take off his own boots first though, unlike Daddy's and he grinned when he took a step. "Look Daddy!" Right before he lost his balance and plopped on his bottom.

Arthur waited quietly as the man went about making the list of what he would be wearing, though he had to wonder about the cape; he didn't mind capes but would he look good in it? "Well that sounds good." He said and smiled a little, well it seemed everything was working out good. But before he could even answer the man's question he felt his pants being undone and pulled down a little. Shocked the elf almost pulled back in surprised when the man was staring down his pants, and then came the speech; it seemed that he wasn't giving the elven cloths he's been given that much of a chance. "Well alright then...no underwear." Now he felt like an idiot for even asking that question, it's like he insulted the man for crying out loud. Though he looked at Isle and grinned lightly. "Laugh it up Isle. Laugh it up." He said then started to chuckled before he did up his pants again, he then turned to the tailor and shook his head. "No everything is alright for me."

Walking over to Malikhai he ruffled the boy's hair whom only said hello through a mouth full of french toast and went back to observing and eating. "Do what I do, clear off the desk, use it as a resting surface. Sure, there's papers and such all over the floor and if you have someone making sure you're staying there they are annoyed when they find you as such but it works better hand a chair."

Of course Kieran could relate, but he plopped down in a chair for now, resting an elbow on the table. "She's doing something like that. I don't knwo if you've noticed before but that left arm of hers doesn't fair well after a while, leaves some horribly obvious openings." Shaking his head lightly.

Kora lie stifly on her back, her head to the side, as her eyes stay fixed onto the Dragon's freshly sharpened claws ((which happened to be digging into the ground, a few inches from her face!))...

Eyes still fixed onto the pointy threat before her, Kora answered in a small shakey voice

"I... I would love a sandwich... or anything other then claws, right about now!... but... as you may NOT have noticed.... I'm... unh... a little stuck!"

She cringed and snapped her eyes shut as Kafele's snout brushed close to her face... and wimpered when she felt her breathed hot steam onto her face.

This was FAR worse then that incident she had with the Lemings, a few summers back.

((lol, lemmings?))

Kalam continued to smile are Kora. "What do you like? I'm a rye person myeslf...and mustard." He stood up as Kafele lifted Kora off the ground and tossed her in the air, throwing her head back to catch the girl in her mouth.

Kalam shoved his boot in her stomach, made her heave, and caught Kora before she hit the ground. "Gees, Kaf, you really shouldn't be so high stru..." he got smacked by his dragon and hit with a large thump agains the stall door. Still holding on to Kora, and kind of dazed and confused, he wobbled out of the stall.

"Ham....."

She cocked a wrist. "Oh, and now he's giving me compliments. You're such a sweet talker, you know that?" Claws out and ready, she swiped at his face and his stomach before hopping back two or three steps, just out of range. Three or four times she did this as Onyx came close to her.

Blood flowing over her, she got up and wobbled back down the alley. "Get help, he says. No, I'm not missing part of my shoulder." Either way, she headed down the street to the manor.

Zykariel watched in fascination as Daddy made all the stuff go poof and her room was empty once again. Left the way it had been before she'd moved in. He flopped back on the bed and giggled. "Mommy's stuff is back home where it belongs!" Of course once Arthur's voice came from teh door he was off the bed in a flash and running over to pull it open. "Daddy's in here with me but Mommy's not so if yo'ure looking for her you're out of luck."

Arthur smiled a little when he felt Isle rest her head on his shoulder, it felt nice to be depended on, to help someone for a change. Though he chuckled a little and sighed in enjoyment as he looked down at the elf in his arms. "Thanks, with your thoughts on all of it I bet I'll make a good impression while up there." A little grin was on his face as he watched the elf before the door opened in front of him, and a small drow was standing there giving them the heads up on what going on. "Well even though we are looking for your mother it's Sevilin we need to talk to..." Though when the elf spoke his name there was the drow, standing there asking if they needed anything. "Well Zahara did tell us to pick up her cloak from the tailor's when we went there and we got what she was asking for." Nodding down to the package Isle was holding. "Also the man said for her to come by and model for him because he has something he would like to try." There message and package delivered, though he wanted to see her with this new cloak on sometime.