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Ari is patrolling the streets of scenic Vancouver! Well, actually he's just going to visit Peter, but he's keeping an eye out for monsters along the way. It's a nice night, monsters like ruining that kind of thing. The streets are more or less deserted, it being 2:00 AM on a Tuesday. Ari whistles cheerfully.
bitterchill
"Well, but I know they would say yes if they knew they'd get honey for it, and it's more fun if they don't know it's coming. Besides, it's not like I'm eating them or something, I'm hardly the biggest threat to the pixie population."
bitterchill
"Birds are easy. Pixies are really good at escaping. And we can do fun nice things, I just thought this was a fun nice thing. And was apparently wrong. Sorry."
bitterchill
"So. Off to see the tailor? Apparently he accepts payment in gemstones, so we're solid."
bitterchill
"No, I've got, like, a suitcase full of jewels. Is what I mean. I'm not going to steal your jewelry to pay for shit, come on."
bitterchill
"It's pretty much safe to assume that I'm not going to steal things from you. Or, like, punch you in the face, or other generally unpleasant things."
He starts off in the direction they should be going in.
bitterchill
It's about an hour's journey, as promised. There are occasional whimsical directions; at one point they walk through a tree and come out in an underwater cave (Pen magically shielded from dampness and carried by Ari as he swims to the surface), they have to spin around until they lose their sense of direction at one point, and Ari stops them for a few minutes so that he can take advantage of a vein of corundum directly underneath them. Finally, they arrive at a very large mushroom.
"Before we go in, are you hungry? It's not a great idea to have food around faeries, no matter how nice they may be. It's too easy to insult them with it or accidentally entrap yourself."
"Before we go in, are you hungry? It's not a great idea to have food around faeries, no matter how nice they may be. It's too easy to insult them with it or accidentally entrap yourself."
bitterchill
"All right." He knocks on the door to the mushroom.
"Who is it?" croaks a voice.
"A wizard, here to request clothing for a child with feathered wings."
"Fine."
Ari takes this as invitation, and he stoops down to crawl through the door. Inside, he stands up again, despite the fact that he is clearly taller than the roof.
"Who is it?" croaks a voice.
"A wizard, here to request clothing for a child with feathered wings."
"Fine."
Ari takes this as invitation, and he stoops down to crawl through the door. Inside, he stands up again, despite the fact that he is clearly taller than the roof.
bitterchill
Inside the mushroom is a much larger room than should be possible. In the center of it there is a single mannequin about twelve feet tall. The walls are lined with large rolls of fabric. Standing next to the mannequin is a profoundly ugly little man who squints at Pen.
"The child?"
"Yes. I have payment in diamonds and assorted raw corundum, which I can cut and shine as you like."
The little man cackles. "Good, good. You! Tiny wing-mortal! Get over here for measuring."
"The child?"
"Yes. I have payment in diamonds and assorted raw corundum, which I can cut and shine as you like."
The little man cackles. "Good, good. You! Tiny wing-mortal! Get over here for measuring."
bitterchill
The little man stares at her for a moment. "There."
The mannequin sizes itself into a duplicate of Pen. Cloth flies around the room assembling itself into a nice little pink and white dress with a cunning arrangement in the back to fit her wings, a description of which this margin is too narrow to contain. "What do you think?"
The mannequin sizes itself into a duplicate of Pen. Cloth flies around the room assembling itself into a nice little pink and white dress with a cunning arrangement in the back to fit her wings, a description of which this margin is too narrow to contain. "What do you think?"
bitterchill
The faerie rolls his eyes. "Pants. Buy pants at the market, I am an artist. How many dresses, how many shirts?"
bitterchill
"Uh... twenty shirts? And ten dresses?"
The cobb looks at him and decides that he's not going to look extra trade in the mouth. "That'll be ten stones of my choosing, then."
"Criminal. Five."
"Eight, you finagling scum."
"Six, for the Queens."
"Eight, for the Kings, final offer."
"Bah. Fine."
Ari throws his small sack of gems on the counter. The cobb sifts through them, comes up with eight stones, and tells Ari how he wants them. Then he gets to work on the order. It's a very magic-intensive process.
The cobb looks at him and decides that he's not going to look extra trade in the mouth. "That'll be ten stones of my choosing, then."
"Criminal. Five."
"Eight, you finagling scum."
"Six, for the Queens."
"Eight, for the Kings, final offer."
"Bah. Fine."
Ari throws his small sack of gems on the counter. The cobb sifts through them, comes up with eight stones, and tells Ari how he wants them. Then he gets to work on the order. It's a very magic-intensive process.
bitterchill
The cobb tolerates this, because he has just received an enormous amount of money in the form of gemstones.