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While Lin went back for the sling, the others stacked their dishes and waited for her by the door. Uruloki made himself comfortable in Lancaeriel's arms, a method of transportation for him that actually allowed him to rest, when he wasn't giving directions or translating.

"Perhaps later we should head out of the city for a bit and let the Pokemon run around," Earendil suggested as they waited. "I'm sure that after two days of flying and then all of us going straight to bed yesterday, they're ready for some exercise."

"I'm sure Andarien would be happy to come," Earendil agreed. "Hopefully he'll be finished sorting his gears again, or at least ready for a break."

"Thank you." Iorlas smiled at Lin and accepted the sling from her. She put it around her and held her hands out to take Amir from Daeron. Once the boy was safely in the sling, his head resting against Iorlas' chest, Iorlas turned back to the others.

"Ready," she told them.

Lancaeriel opened the door and led the way outside. It had warmed up since earlier that morning, and the streets were just as full as they had been, with dozens if not hundreds of red-haired elves milling around, going about their business.

"You remember the directions to the tailor?" Daeron asked Iorlas as they started out.

Before Iorlas could respond, Uruloki spoke up. "I can guide you around the city. The tailor isn't far, just past the market."

"You could walk with me rather than behind me," Lancaeriel pointed out bemusedly as she began to lead the way forward.

Despite how busy the marketplace still was, they had no trouble passing through the crowds. The people simply moved out of their way without needing to be asked. As such, it didn't take them long to arrive at the tailor's, a red-stone building with a thick canopy over the door and front window. The canopy was a vibrant green, and had an enormous needle and thread stitched into it with golden thread.

Lancaeriel smiled at Miyuki's observation. "It is an eye-catching way of showing off the tailor's work," she agreed. "And hopefully an indication of what we might find inside."

She laughed softly, her eyes sparkling. "Even if it is just for Amir."

"Who says children can't be well dressed?" Uruloki quipped. "Some people believe that children should be better dressed."

"Thank you," Lancaeriel smiled at Lin as she passed by her and into the shop. Shiro and Kaito followed her, then Iorlas and Daeron and Wren, and then Earendil put one hand against the door to hold it open for Lin so that she could enter ahead of him.

"After you," he smiled warmly at her.

Inside, the shop was well lit by sunlight streaming in through windows along the walls as well as a large window in the roof. One wall was shelf upon shelf of bolts of fabric of various types of colours. A second wall had patterns, measuring ribbons, scissors of various sizes and designs, boxes of pins, needles, spools of thread, stacks of paper, jars of ink, and a mug of quills. In the front window, mannequins carved out of wood showed some of the styles of clothes the tailor specialized in: some robes, some tunics, some pants, some dresses, and others.

A large table in the center of the room had measuring lines carved directly into it, and there were scraps of materials and other tools of the trade scattered over it. There was a counter along the back wall, and aside from a doorway it took up the entire wall. When the group entered the shop, a red-haired woman stepped out from the back.

The red-headed woman greeted the group cautiously, and immediately Iorlas and Daeron headed over to speak with her to arrange for some clothes for Amir.

Despite the fact that Stirring was just ending and the weather was still relatively cool, the clothing on display was neither thick nor fully covering. While even Earendil wouldn't consider the clothing revealing, it wasn't designed to keep people warm. Most of the clothing was made of finer materials - satin and silk - though the bolts on the shelves also included simple wools, cottons and soft-leathers.

The red-haired woman was wearing a loosely fitting, short-sleeved top, a deep bottle green, with pale, dull golden filigree stitched into the collar and hem; and her skirt had a few layers of the same bottle green satin, each layer progressively longer until it reached her knees, hemmed with the same dull gold thread; and over it all there was a sheer layer of hand-sewn lace.

Lancaeriel followed Miyuki's gaze and smiled to herself. She sidled up to her friend and student and murmured softly to her, "What are you thinking?"