"Witches all have two names," it occurs to Ranata to say. "We mostly use the first, unless we're being formal or distinguishing between two with the same first name, and then it's both. Ranata Ekamma; Isabella Amariah. Like that. What's your full name?"
"Well, there's a few ways to tie any given set of variously sized silk pieces, but you'll need more silk for more coverage for obvious reasons. I'm asking how much to tear off for you."
"Okay. It's still warmish, anyway. While you were occupied Cas went and asked Quinamril - that's the queen's daemon - and they think you can tell anyone in the clan where you're from as long as it's clear it's not supposed to be common knowledge."
"Thanks! I should let Luzia know about that, I just informed her and didn't think of it getting out. Whoops."
Ranata extracts Castarilan from her hair. Off he zooms. "Cas will tell her. No worries."
Here is the silks place! It is another one of those little buildings. There is a witch in back of it with a vat of dye and undyed lengths of silk, working. Ranata leads Zeviana inside after waving to the dyer; in there are several bolts. Ranata starts unwinding. She eyeballs the lengths, and gets several pieces, and starts showing Zeviana how to tie them on.
Tying occurs! Zeviana pays attention, and maybe has a bit of fun with it after she's got it down! Whee, silk. She approves of wearing silk. It's soft and sleek.
Zeviana turns out to look damn good in silks. She even sort of has the witchy bearing down - self-assured, powerful, maybe a tinge aloof but not directed towards Ranata in particular. She grins happily. "This was such a great idea."
"You fit in very well. Do you want to learn more ways of tying this set now, or what?"
When Zeviana has learned as many ways to wear torn-up black silk as she likes, Ranata says, "Are you in the mood for dinner?"
"Dinner sounds lovely!" she replies when she's thoroughly finished trying on silks.
"On the lands or off? On is mostly going to be vegetables and meat and it's never predictable quite what. Off, if you're willing to fly awhile, could be nearly anything."
Flying!
It serves... diner food! Burgers, grilled cheese, meatloaf, jalapeno poppers, tuna melts. Milkshakes, pie, cherry cheesecake, sundaes.
(The burger was from a random person's recommendation, the milkshake and cheesecake were chosen because Zeviana was curious about how milk could be shaken into food and how cheese can be integrated into cake.)
Renée gets chicken fingers and an order of the jalapenos and a slice of blueberry pie. Zeviana is welcome to taste all of it.
Zeviana approves of it all. No exceptions. Of her own food, the cheesecake she finds delightful, the burger is messy but interesting, and the milkshake absurdly sweet. Similar feelings towards the samples from Ranata - this is lovely.
"Yes," replies Zeviana around a mouth full of cheesecake, so it comes out more as 'Mpfss.'