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Strelein von Rosnete · 01-20-2012, 12:41 AM

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The cloth was going to be for a light blouse, even though the color and pattern so keenly resonated with him. It was too feminine, even with him and his particular peculiarities. He had chalked it up with light marks for the cutting and laid it out in his upstairs room, where he had been working on it. It had been easy with the light from the window in his "closet" and the table there. He had spread the piece over he and his lover's bed of furs and blankets over an old mattress. Finding his scissors missing, presumably where they were supposed to have been. Strel took the time to leave his room - albeit in a huff of irritation- and gather some of his possessions. Normally, he would have worked in his studio, but the warmth of the room and the beautiful mural adorning his walls spoke more to him than his studio with peeling wallpaper of old.

Returning, he heard the movement and assumed that Noss had returned from whatever adventure he was currently on; probably exploring the trade market. He had expressed the desire for a new weapon and perhaps gifts for his sister and her children. Naturally, that meant scouting it out for the Dauphin and tailor. Perhaps, if there was something interesting, the second in command would make an appearance himself. Likely he would, for such things were of great interest to him.

To his confusion, the man did not smell his mate, but another member. Brow's furrowed, he turned into his doorway and stared as Terra twirled about in his uncut fabric. Cocking his head, and looking slightly bemused, the man cleared his throat loudly with a sly grin on his lips. "Someone seems to have wandered into my private rooms and is now twirling about in fabric."

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