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Rev fussed with the lacy under thing, frowning as she ran a finger down the tear. Stella must had tore it with her nails last night among other pleasurable distractions. She couldn't blame her love, considering she had worn the tight lace to drive Stella crazy. Still, she needed the delicate piece of clothing fixed. Preferably by someone female who would know what they were doing. The guard sighed and folded the lace, hiding it in a bag of clothing that needed minor and common fixes. The usual wear and tear.

She motioned for Resk to stay in the den as she left to find the craft rooms and a discrete weaver. Men became all bothered when asked to fix tiny little lacy things. The slender blonde sighed and rapped on the door, peering in. "Hello? I have a question about some repair work?"

"Hello," Rev said softly, walking inside and smiled charmingly at the young woman. "I was hoping you could help me by fixing something a rather delicate." She opened the bag and fished out the small lace top from where it had been slipped between two shirts. "My wife was a little over enthusiastic and managed to rip it." Stella usually managed to keep form destroying her wardrobe. Sometimes the slightly older woman forgot her strength.

"It is northern," Rev replied a tad surprised but so sure she had found the right place if the woman had figured out the design and make so quickly. "Stella more for good beer then wine," she said softly, not wanting to part with her own stores. Two bottles of rich well age reds. "Marks, I can do, or skins if you can get them tanned. Stella tends to keep the wild felines from coming too close to the prison and Stelask rather hunt her prey then be fed."

"You repair what else in the bag, and it is done. It will be a raw skin and you'll have to get it cured. I'm not paying for that part but you will have your skin latter today when Stella finishes scrapping off the messy bits." Rev said mild. Stella hunted down felines often as the young, old, wounded or sick poked around the prison pens. The current skin had been from a young inexperience male that had attempted to snatch a herds beast and got gashed by a hoof for his troubles. Skin's were in abundance for her and her wild woman lover. She could easily give Canoake a skin for that being repaired.

Cleary this little weaver had not been anywhere near her Stella. Rev chuckled, warm and rich and smiled. "I don't think I can pass up that deal. I'll get the skin cured for you. It will take longer, but if that is the price for what you have recently offer. It will be done."

"Revrend, but Rev is what I answer to most often. It is easier to shout." Rev grinned and nodded. "A lucky white? It be a rare find in these parts, but if one finds it ways here and does something stupid enough to get Stella after it. You will be the first I find."

She paused, glancing over the work and sighed shaking her head. "Perhaps in a few more turns. We are currently working on getting our living quarters up to standard." She fiddled with her bonding ring, hanging from a chocker in thought. Their anniversary was coming up. "How good are you about making intimate under things?" It would be nice to have something new to surprise her wife with.

"I was thinking soft beast wool and netting in a dress." Rev muttered, thinking of the strands over her skin with gaps and long expanses of bare skin. She wouldn't be wearing much at all really, but it was meant to be a tease, not useful in anyway. "Something dark or very bright in color. Pastels wash me out."

"And for a moment I thought you would ask me to strip." Rev laughed throatily, smiling at the bold girl. Stella would like her, it wasn't often when they had a third women in their bed, they usually added a male third and teased the man into a full body blush if he couldn't keep up. "No, I'll leave it to your imagination." She was inquisitive of what the weaver would fantasize.