Welcome to Gaia! ::

Fern looked at her carefully before bursting out laughing at her shock. With a spin and a wink, she only accentuated her fae origin more.
"Of course I do! I'm a fae, after all! And you, you must be a human to look so terrified!" Fern bounced on her heels in a merry fashion, just too amused at all this to go get fitted.

"Well aren't you as skittish as a doe!" she exclaimed in her slight accent. It almost sounded Irish, in a way, but not quite.
Regardless of the awkward situation, Fern was taking it in stride. "I'm Fern. And, I can fly, but not like this." She wasn't sure that this girl was quite ready to see her become a small fae, especially not when it was clear that the woman who ran the shop was waiting for her to go get fitted. "But more of that later!" And in a lower voice, she added, "I have to go get some of those beastly things." With another bright-eyed smile, Fern skipped off to greet the woman who soon enough began taking measurements with her tape.

Once she was done being poked and prodded, Fern pranced back over to her new acquaintance.
"Well, it looks like I get to wait for mine! Specially made, you know." Her wings fluttered for emphasis on what she meant. "But it looks like you can just pick out your sizes, there, Sam." Fern pointed to a stack that the woman had just placed on the desk at the front. "You lucky girl." Tinkling laughter filled the place at her own joke.

"Ooh, that would be lovely. I need a sweet stash for my room. And, I haven't eaten in awhile. The food here is so strange, though! So full of sauces and spices." Fae food was usually very light and pure. Fern was just going to have to adjust. "Let's go!" She was prepared to follow her wherever, so long as there was fun to be had.

Damian walked casually down the street, looking around. He had decided to get his uniform and supplise before causing too much trouble at the school. Besides, he figured he just might find a partner in crime eventually. Now just to find the store for his uniform. Girls on the street kept checking him out. He dropped a few a line with a wink, but waved them off. He wasn't looking right now.

Ah, here it is. There it was, right in front of him. Without another thought he stepped inside. The moment he was in the door, a woman rushed at him. "Ah deary! You have the look of a student about you, am I right?" She spoke quickly, but he caught it all just fine. "That would be me." Taking Damian by the arm, she had him stand on a round pedestal for fitting. "I'll be right back with my supplise!" With a flourish she was gone again.

Damian sighed and waited. He didn't turn when he heard the bell at the door ring, but apparently the lady did as he heard the lady hurrying back. Still waiting, he stole a quick glance at the person that had come in. It was a girl. A very beautiful girl, he mentally noted. He didn't have time to think much more than that as the woman was back and with a measuring tape.

"I'll have you measured and out in no time!" She set about her work quickly, but Damian had other plans. First he put out his arms like he was suppose to, but before she could get the measurement he twisted them behind his back. She gave him a stern look and he grinned. Locking his hands, he brought them around front by stepping through his arms. The measuring recommenced and went fine until he did a backbend, twisted himself around to look at the girl and winked. "You a student?"

"Why I'm Damian Randall." He grinned. "But you," Damian stepped off the pedestal and lended a hand Danni as she stepped onto it. "May call me Ian." The woman huffed and began to measure the girl, mumbling measurements to herself. Everyonce in awhile she would shoot a look to the boy she had just measured. "Your name little fox?"