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Aoi nodded, thinking "Makes me wonder what we'll be like in the next stage...if the change will be so great, both in how we look and act..." He was quite curious about the subject; he felt sometimes almost as if he'd already shifted in how at peace he felt as of late.

There were a few moments of silence as Feodor watched Sten shyly. There was an improvement, though in how Feodor seemed to have shifted from fear to simple anxiety, seeming more timid now than frightful. His lips moved silently, forming the word 'hello' with their tiny movements, but no voice was put to them. He gradually stopped knitting, slowly raising his hand as if to wave, before stopping, having changed his mind, and allowed his hand to very slowly reach out to Sten, to shake, having seen Josev use it to greet many times. This was actually a rather huge display of trust comimg from Feodor, considering his usual reluctance. Josev was impressed.

Aoi nodded in agreement with Uzi. “Yeah, emotionally I think it’s more of a…gradual thing, you know? Even now I feel different than when I first got to Alter, if I change any more it wouldn’t be that sudden…even physically, I guess I’ve changed a lot already.”

Feodor began to withdraw his petite hand, but it seemed the other Proto wasn’t letting go. This didn’t exactly help him relax further, and his nerves began to fire up a little more, anxiety setting in thickly as he heard the other’s question. He swallowed slightly, using his other hand to lift up the scarf he’d been working on. His voice was barely a whisper, timid, soft. To one’s ears, it would barely seem to be there. “I…I m-make this thread, I sew…use m-magic with it…” The tiny Proto was shaking ever so slightly as he spoke; he rarely spoke in front of others, deathly afraid of doing so in front of anyone he was not very, very familiar with.

Aoi remained quiet for the moment, wondering what the next shift would be like for the both of them. Misha had gone blond when he shifted, but what would happen to them? Aoi had petals in place of hair for his entire life, might that change, now? So many possible ways to go, would his color stay grey through the next shift, as well?

Feodor nervously watched as the other proto shifted focus, withdrawing his hand as soon as he could. He observed quietly while Sten examined the scarf, smiling ever so slightly at the proto's amazement. Just because he was shy didn't mean he couldn't be happy that people enjoyed his work, after all. He nodded at Sten's confirmation as well, lightly touching one of his tiny hands to the surface of the scarf. At the touch, faint solar designs of a mellow, cheerful yellow glowed gently from the rich orange fabric, the warmth of the material growing mildly warmer centered around the little sewn-in suns and solar rays.

Aoi smiled as he watched Feodor's latest weaving come alive, so to speak. "Well, Magicker talents look fancy most of the time..." A mellow joke; Aoi was rather proud of Feodor's development. "He works really hard on the things he makes, it's good he's finally showing them to others. What sort of thing does Sten work with?"

Feodor remained wordless as Sten watched the scarf's patterns change; there was plenty of scarf for them to travel along, as the garment itself was rather long, Feodor had been working on it for a long while and it was very nearly complete. The hardest part was figuring out how to put higher levels of magical influence into thread.

Josev retained his smile, watching the little scene; this was surely good for Feodor's self esteem.

Aoi nodded, listening. "Oh, that must be very useful...Not just here, either, it sounds like something that could be helpful most anywhere." He shook his head at the drink offer; he'd had plenty to drink before he left the nursery.
Feodor remained silent for a moment, swallowing slightly as he considered what to do next. He knew the other proto was fascinated by the magical properties of the scarf, and with a leap of bravery, he spoke again. "If...if you want, you could have it..." It was very near completion, after all; he'd be finished with the last end soon. The arachnid proto requested no drink from Luca, as did Aoi, having a thermos of grape juice in his bag.

Josev, however, made a small request. "Some water would be much appreciated, thank you."

Feodor tried to steady his breath as his nerves flared again; speaking this much was taxing on the small proto, and Sten's intent gaze wasn't helping him calm down at all. "Well...I...I just need to finish this end, and...it'll be yours..." It was bound to be an odd sight; Sten was already colorful enough and the sunny scarf-in-progress was easily long enough to wrap him from head to tail. Quite a lot of color in one place overall.

And so the evening wound on, beverages were had, mellow conversation as well...and eventually, a scarf was finished. One very long scarf, to be precise. Little woven solar designs, warm in both colors and actual temperature, were sewn with care into the stitches, and Sten's name was even carefully stitched into the last seam. Something to keep the proto warm even in the cold, a present of friendship from a little spider usually far too shy to attempt such a social matter.

On the side of the adults, discussion was had on our tailor possibly designing new uniforms for the den, wonder how that might turn out...

All in all, a nice evening was had, but eventually the guests had to return home, with thanks for the hospitality graciously mentioned, of course.