And she follows him, admiring the pretty surroundings.

The surroundings are so pretty!  The rain one is still drizzling lightly, and smells like springtime; the field is mostly sunny now but retains the clouds - realistic except perhaps in their beauty - on one side.  Birdsong comes from the 'forest' at its edges instead of the crickets.  The other fabricky one is still mostly purple, but more on the lavender and periwinkle range, and with its lanterns unlit.

And there are people around, now, too.  As a whole, they're wearing a mix of tightly-coordinated outfits in unusual fashions and more casual clothes.  A fair number of people are dressed mostly plainly but with one or two egregiously magic articles.  More of them are wearing veils than Rabka might be used to, across both genders.

"Are the veils magic?" she asks Aiu.

" - Yep!  Some people need them to see better."

"Coooool. You do practically everything with magic.""

"I can't imagine what we'd do without it!  Is there anything for people who can't see well where you're from?"

"I... don't think so."

"Well that's no good.  We can get you one if you think you need it.  Or if you don't; there are ones that make you see better even if you don't see worse than other people to begin with."

"I don't know if other people see better than me but it would be interesting to try one!"

He nods.  "They're fun, even if not enough for me to want to wear one all the time."  They walk past the tent she started in last night and into one a few down from it; it's much less fancy inside than the cloth shop but does contain lots and lots of primarily non-sewing craft materials.  The tent itself is, on the inside, bigger than a lot of barns, and it's packed densely with supplies.  Aiu leads the way to the yarn section, pausing to look at things here and there along the way.

"Wowwww, this is so much stuff. I've never seen anywhere with so much stuff."

"It's neat, isn't it?"

"Yeah! Best jumping in a magic result ever."

He laughs; they approach the yarn section.

There's a whole lot of yarn, in lots of colors and textures and sizes.  There is also, conspicuously, a nearly-empty section where it looks like yarn of a chunkiness reasonable for this project ought to be.

"People don't make this kind or somebody cleared the place out?"

"I think the second one."  He heads off and finds someone who works there.  "Hello, was there a big rush on thicker yarn here recently?"

     "Sure was, someone's mannequin came in and bought all of it.  I think she might have been confused, but she had enough money and managed to carry it all out, so we let her take it.  I'm honestly expecting most of it to be returned pretty shortly, if you're looking for some, or we'll get more in eventually."

" - Huh.  I don't suppose she was kind of tall, long dark hair, bangs, visible stitching in places . . . ?"

     "That sounds like her!  Any idea whether her seamster really wanted all that?"

"No clue, sorry.  Thanks for your help."

    "S'what I'm here for."

Aiu returns a smile and motions for Rabka to follow him to the tent's exit.

"What's a mannequin?"

"A sewn construct in the shape of a person!  Some of them are people themselves but not very many.  I think they started out as just being for modeling clothes in shops, but there's a lot more variety now; some people send theirs on errands."

"And you know who bought all the big yarn?"

"I think so!  Want to go meet them?"

"Sure!"

"Great.  - Can I ask you a favor?"

"'Course you can!"

"I'd appreciate if you didn't mention to anyone that I de-teapotted your baby."

"...okay, no problem. How come?"