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[On the afternoon of the 1st, a disgruntled post goes up on the network.]

Did you know some moths produce silk from their salivary glands? Because I didn't until after I spat out a bunch of string this morning.

[He didn't make that connection immediately, mind you; after the initial utter bafflement, he took the time to go do more research on Fae and the insects they resemble. Nerd.]

Someone let me know if there's a market for organic fae silk. And if you could invent some kind of google or wikipedia while you're at it, that would be appreciated.

[Do you know how LONG it takes to look through PHYSICAL BOOKS]

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[ She can't help but laugh at that. ] I suppose you're right. That might be even more difficult to adjust to, if they were unwieldy. Although I do think it would be fun to learn to fly with them.

And I'm sure you'll be able to find others here to help you. I don't think there are a lot of fae in the city, but there are certainly a few. And they've had to learn along the way, same as you. Well, the Mirrorbound, at least.

[For Ferran, any ideas of the process being fun are a little beyond him right now, but her comment does make him pause. If he does manage to learn such a thing without horrifically injuring himself, despite insect wings logically not being able to lift someone of his weight, he... guesses that wouldn't be the worst.] Well, flying would always be useful, I guess...

[He doesn't know how much help he'll be able to find for that process, thanks to the apparent scarcity of Fae. But it wouldn't hurt to look... probably. If the possibility is there, he shouldn't let it go to waste, right?]

Yeah... I've only talked to one just today, and I haven't met any others. [Even the information he'd gotten from the Coven so far had been second-hand.] Do you, uh, know anyone who can fly?

[ She hums in thought, thinking over the various monsters she'd met so far. ]

I think I only know one fae, off the top of my head. Her name is Mikasa and we actually met when we were both modeling some of these fashions together. She, too, was looking for something to accommodate her new monster changes, I believe. But I'm not sure if she can fly? I don't think I asked her that.

But it couldn't hurt, if you wanted to try and track her down? If you've figured out how to use the device you were given, that's often the quickest way to find someone. Or you could ask about other fae in general on there, maybe?

[ She hums, thinking that over. ] When I first got here, I asked everyone on there about Bonds and people were very informative with their perspectives and experiences. Maybe you'd find more than you expected if you asked?

Maybe I'll ask for her or bring it up later, yeah... I think I've stared at that tiny screen enough for today.

[Maybe when he's closer(?) to having wings and using them, since it doesn't feel like he'd get much use out of the advice just yet.

Somehow through that whole conversation with the other Fae, he'd forgotten to give or ask for a name... but oh well. He'll probably get it eventually. The situation in general, though? Not knowing the possibilities even to the extent that other species do, as varied as they are, is killing him. Why can't there just be books and detailed instruction manuals about these things... instead of relying on a pseudo-internet forum full of people who are all scrambling almost as much as he is.]

It's pretty similar to something I'm familiar with back home, actually. You can find out a lot by connecting with anyone and everyone... but it's easy for misinformation to spread, too.

[ She hums as she considers that. ]

I suppose that's possible anytime there are people involved. Information often changes when perspectives become involved.

[ But they've reached the door of the boutique now and she tugs it open to usher him inside. There are racks of clothing within, some of them separated by monster types, others just by design differences. ]

Here we are! Where would you like to start? We can browse through what's already made, or if you'd prefer, I can go track down the designer and we can get your measurements for something custom?

[Now if only there was a fantasy Snopes...

Ferran steps into the shop with interest in his face, looking around to see if any of his preferred styles are available at a more reasonable price than he's used to... and if they might come in variants that are either easy to modify or are versatile enough for whatever back situation he'll have to deal with later. At least there seems to be plenty to look at.]

Ah, it's probably better to browse. I don't know that I want anything custom if I'm not sure I can wear it later...

[And that's putting aside the potential of payment, if they're not offering the model-for-free-clothes option at the moment. Not to mention he's still feeling a little uncomfortable about having his body scrutinized, with the strange fluff on his back.]

That makes sense. And it's a good idea. Hmm, why don't we start with just normal clothes, then? And we can adjust from there. Do you have a color you like?

[ She heads over to the section that holds both witch outfits and things designed for the most humanoid of the monster races here. Some are hung up on hooks for display or stored in racks or shelving, and she hums as she lets her gaze peruse over the options. ]

[Does he have a color he likes? Oh, boy. Ferran considers what he has already, what he can see trending in the shop for the upcoming winter, wanting to stay less noticeable, how detailed his answer should be...]

Green... or brown, maybe. Neutrals are probably better for now...

[ She just smiles and starts looking for something along those lines as she browses through the racks. ]

Alright, then. I think we can find something along those lines. Although I would have thought a fae would be drawn to more vivid colors...

[Ferran lets out a huff through his nose. She doesn't need to know that she's partly right, and he's not exactly pleased to be compared to other fae that way so soon.]

I'd rather avoid attracting a lot of attention right now.

[ She casts him a sideways glance, humming thoughtfully. ]

I hope you won't spend all your time here trying to blend into the background.

[He replies dismissively with a shrug. If she's going to bring up the fae thing...]

Isn't that what fairies are meant to do? They hide in plain sight.

From what I've learned, they prefer glamour, and that is something entirely different than just trying to camouflage yourself with your surroundings.

[ But she holds up a couple of tops for him to inspect, in the requisite colors he'd requested. And one a deep red in hue, because it bordered on earthy - sort of - without being too understated at the same time. ]

What about some of these?

[There's nothing saying he can't do both, he thinks to himself as she offers the items out to him.

The red is nice—one of his favorite colors, certainly—but it still feels like too much for right now. She's probably trying to get him to be more bold, but he's not going to try to pretend that he's comfortable with it when he's struggling to just do everyday things.

He reaches for the one in green, testing the fabric between his fingers.]

Maybe this one.

[ She smiles at his pick, because it had been worth a try, but she holds out the top for him to take and inspect more closely, if he'd like, returning the others to the rack for the time being. ]

Do you want to try it on?

Sure.

[After taking the shirt from her, he glances around for the changing room. Beggars shouldn't be choosers, but Ferran would prefer to know that something is going to be at least halfway comfortable before spending what little money he has right now.]

Maybe I can find some more pants too... [That should be easy enough, since he's... pretty sure those won't be any different from normal. Fairies don't have tails or anything, right?? Without waiting for a response, he strides over to pick up a plain pair and quickly check the sizing so he can try them along with the shirt.]

[ While he goes to try those on, she moves to another section of the store and starts hunting through some of the warm cloaks and coats for him. Considering the weather outside is getting much colder, having something warm to wrap up in was important. It gives her time to find a few options in his preferred colors, just in case.

Although the store is small enough and she's close enough that she can call back to the dressing room after he's had time to change. ]

How is it?

[Ferran pulls back the curtain to answer, his clothes folded in the chair nearby and his shoes set beside it. He's tucked in the shirt, although his belt lies useless on the chair thanks to the lack of loops to put it through. While he'd normally prefer the shirt to be less loose, the extra space actually allows the fur... fluff... whatever on his back enough room so that the shoulders aren't too tight. Meanwhile, the pants have a much higher waist than he's used to, but he can only complain so much. It's definitely good enough for a temporary solution, so he doesn't have to wash the few things he has every few days... ugh.]

It seems decent. What do you think? [He turns towards the mirror, taking another look and letting her see the outfit from different angles.] I'll need some suspenders or something.

[ That has her pausing and blinking at him in confusion for a moment, because that's a piece of men's fashion that really isn't native to her lands. ]

...Suspenders?

[Her confusion is met with his for a moment, but when she repeats the term, he understands the source.]

Oh. They're thin strips of cloth with something like clips on each end, basically. [He motions with his hands as he speaks, from his waist up.] They go over your shoulders and hold onto the front and back of pants to keep them up. They'll probably have some, looking at the selection...

[He strides out to look—he didn't see any of the belts he's used to, but accessory sections are generally easy to find, and he'll demonstrate for her when he finds them. He might be hesitant about standing out in terms of fashion, but he doesn't feel shy about trying on outer garments in the open.]

[ When he finds them and shows them what he's talking about, recognition lights up in her eyes, because she had seen them a time or two before, even though she'd had no idea what they were. ]

Oh! So that's what they're called! I always wondered what these were. [ Which now has her pausing and squinting suspiciously at his pants. ] Do they really fall down without them?

[Fashion education!]

If your hips aren't wide enough and the fit isn't tight enough, yeah. I don't think most people who wear pants like these have ones that fit them exactly, so it's just easier to wear something like this... I prefer belts, but these aren't too bad.

[He adjusts one of them at the shoulder, thoughtful. They're just something he'll have to get used to, but out of everything new he has to deal with, this is nothing. He wonders if they'll still work for later... but it's not like he can really know for sure how that'll work until any hypothetical appendages come in, so he files it away to consider later.]

[ She gives a thoughtful hum at that, watching him try them out. ]

I'm still not used to wearing pants at all, so I haven't noticed it as a problem yet. [ Granted, she didn't have much in the 'hips' department to speak of, but at least there was some there. ] I believe they always used belts back home, too. The men, I mean. Although the ones here are more ornate than ones I've seen before as well. [ This place seems to like putting buckles on everything, even when there didn't need to be any. ]

I'll have to look into that, later.

[If and when he gets more comfortable with the situation, he'd like to branch out into the local styles and see what suits him best, but that's all for another time. (He thinks this as if he does not have an overabundance of time, but is trying very hard to fill it with more useful, practical things.)]

What are you used to wearing?

[ She glances down at her current outfit, which is a little more modern than what she'd arrived in, a simple blouse and skirt now, although she still favors a cloak to stave off the chill rather than a coat. ]

Ah, well, the robes we wore were of a much different style than what's found here. They're called 'hanbok' in my lands, and tend to be much more layered than what people wear here. More ornate and colorful, as well.

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