"Cael, since you're tall, can you pull that roll from the top shelf for me?>
"The burgundy one?"
"Yes yes, the heavy one."
The sylph didn't even have to stand on tiptoe. She reached out and took the heavy fabric roll which immediately began to crush her with its weight.
"Odilde, by the Master, what the heck is this made of!?"
"What a crybaby, it's just fulled fluff. If you can't hold it in your hand, think about when you'll have to wear it. Give it to me."
Without any effort, the undine put it on her shoulder and turned towards one of the large work tables that sprouted like mushrooms among the shelves full of rolls fabrics and bolts of the Button. Cael raised an eyebrow.
"...you never get tired, huh?"
"You know what they say. Boggarts work, sprites sell, and fairies buy."
"And sluaghs steal?"
"I prefer not to say that part. It's a stupid stereotype and it's unnecessarily cruel."
"Never as cruel as the Colonel..."
Cael looked up where the gecko was contentedly licking his eyes with the tongue that still had one of the sylph's porcelain-colored hairs stuck to its surface. The pins protruding from the pad on his back gleamed in the lazy afternoon light that came in through the nearest window, mingling with the reflections on his scales.
"I had just washed my hair, you undergrown lizard..."
"Don't make eye contact or he'll take it as a challenge." Odilde opened the fabric roll and blocked it at the corners with weighted drawing pins. "So you said you needed a new dueling cloak, right?"
The duelist, as that was her profession, nodded. A smile broke the monotony of the undine's face.
"Leave it to me, starlight."