The apology earned a small shake of head from Dasha. “It’s fine, you weren’t too late or anything,” she assured back easily. “Cute outfit by the way.” The blouse and shorts looked comfortable enough, and while they did stick out a bit, Dasha could easily write it off as not that much compared to everyone who moved through the market.

Looking up to the sign, Dasha nodded her head. “Yep, we’ll get an idea of what looks good on you (and me) and then we’ll head over to Minnie and get properly suited up,” she giggled a bit softly. “Of course if we do find something that looks nice and fits well then…” Then it was an easy purchase, of course. A small hand gesture was given, and with that, Dasha walked around to the shop and pushed the door open. She’d step in and then hold it open for Laoren thereafter.

The shop was rather fancy but had a distinct old-timey air to it. It had been built out of an old noble’s home, and even with renovations, it was clearly a parlor area of sorts. The high arching ceilings had seen better days but were at least dusted and well lit. The rows of clothes were already separated out by size, style, and color. An old woman with a sort of rotund yet mousey appearance was shifting through shelves of shoes with a wand and was muttering softly to herself all the time.

“Anne!” Dasha called.

The woman was quick to turn around and flash a smile. “Day-sha dear!” she called. “Welcome welcome, nice to see you, my and you’ve brought a friend, a pleasure to meet you!” the woman quickly lowered the box she’d been manipulating with her wand and came around to them. “Looking for anything specific today?”

Dsaha’s lips had pressed together rather hard at being referred to as Day-sha, but right after that, they became a little more slack and at ease. “Ah, we’re just looking today, trying to get a sense of style,” she assured.

The woman immediately looked at Laoren and nodded. “I see, I see, nice to meet you there, I am Anne, is there anything you are looking for in specific, dear?”

Anne tapped her chin as Laoren poke. Her sharp gaze flickered up and down the woman as she described what she was looking for, and thereafter, she nodded a bit as much to Laoren as to herself.

“I see, I see,” she nodded humming a bit before turning to look over her wares for a moment. “Let me see what I have. I’ll bring some possibilities. You’re so skinny….” She mumbled more to herself than to Laoren. “No worries though! I have all kinds here.” And with that, she busied herself through the racks fishing out various tops: tunics, dress shirts, and the occasional cotton flannel.

Dasha, meanwhile, glanced sideways at Laoren again as she mentioned professional assassin look. She hadn’t really asked what her occupation was last time had she? Well, she had gathered that she was a traveler of some sort or a wanderer of the tree’s flowers, but aside from that she didn’t actually know. “What do you do again?” she asked.

Dasha blinked slowly as Laoren explained what she did. Oh right, a naturalist… She remembered that association now that Laoren jogged her memory. Threats to civilization? Her eyebrow did quirk at that. “Like what?” she had to wonder aloud. The assurance that she wasn’t someone evading taxes or anything earned a small snort in response. “I would hope not…” she answered.

Anne perked up from her place among the wares and flashed a grin. “Oh yes! Quite a few, earrings, necklaces, rings, the like—no magical ones, I’m afraid, but you could probably find a good enchanter in town if you find something you really like~” And with that, she was coming forward with quite an arrangement on her arm. Numerous shirts and pants of mostly earthen tones with the occasional bright red and indigo to stick out. “Do any of these suit your fancy?” she smiled.

Dasha paused in her original look to glance at what Anne had produced. Hm. “This looks rather nice…” she commented fishing up a loose fitting sky blue blouse. What no of course she wasn’t bias to blue of that color in general.

“Oh—“ Dasha made a face as Laoren giggled. Rolling her eyes thereafter, she nodded once managing to smile again pretty easily.

At the mention of preferring darker shades, Anne nodded her head a bit. “I see, it does stand out against your hair more,” she agreed. Shifting her holdings onto her shoulders, she pulled out the darker colors for Laoren to see in more detail.

Dasha, meanwhile, blushed a little at Laoren’s words. “I… yes,” she answered smiling a bit. “This is sort of my thing, heh…” Of course it was, and so was another thing she had been looking at that she may have fished out at some point and that was now in the crux of her arm— When did that happen, heh. “And this.” She’d show what else she had held on to, a deeper royal blue with a simple starry night pattern to it.

Anne chuckled a bit to herself and would set down what darker clothes she had before going to fish through others. She’d bring back more clothing for both Laoren and Dasha to try. “There’s also a changing room over there or I could show you a new spell I’ve cooked up if you want~” Anne called.

Color immediately came to Dasha’s features as Laoren mentioned indecent applications. A hand raised to her mouth, and she coughed softly.

Anne, meanwhile, set her hands on her hips and huffed softly. “No no, not like that,” she shook her head a couple of times. “It’s an illusion spell! You can make yourself appear however you like!”

Now that was interesting. Dasha turned more fixedly towards Anne thereafter. “An illusion spell? For personal use?” She knew glamor charms and the like were used for broader applications, but something so versatile but so personal was interesting… “How easy is it to learn?”

Anne smiled a little at Dasha. “Just a flick of the wrist and an utterance of Change-o,” she laughed. Dasha blinked a couple of times. “Oh, and using mana to alter the light~” she assured. Dasha nodded a little more at that. Yeah that sounded about right.

The unexpected laugh had Dasha nearly jolting out of her skin. Blue eyes snapped back over to Laoren as she doubled over, and confusion quickly turned to vague scorn. At least, until it became obvious what Laoren was laughing at.

Anne, meanwhile, had copped to what was so funny beforehand and was chuckling a bit to herself as well. At the apology thereafter, she offered a wry smile. “It’s fine, I named it to be rather funny,” she assured.

The question thereafter earned a shake of head. “Actually, it helps the clientele! Since this illusion is only visual, you see. It can’t protect you the way cloth can, and it takes a bit of energy to maintain, so you can’t really go running around naked and all…” She giggled a bit at that. Dasha had since blushed and shook her head trying to get a very specific image out of her mind that vaguely related to this conversation.

As Laoren described wanting to see it, however, Anne perked up. “Oh Day-sha, you haven’t shown her your armor and things?” she asked. Dasha gave a small shake of head. “Well we’ll just fix that very quickly then. Now, imagine what your armor looks like and a one and a two and a three—"

A wave of the wand, and suddenly Dasha’s appearance had changed. The simpler clothing she had been wearing was replaced by deep blue undercloth, a chest plate, side plates, arm plates, and leg plates. Numerous smaller subtler reinforcements were less obvious but still present.