The weather was beginning to chill lightly, though it was hard to notice with how not drastic all the weather changing was in this part of the world. Perhaps further south, there would be more dramatic weather changes, with hot summers and freezing winters. Here, the winters were freezing, and the summers cool. Yet the trees that were not evergreen, provided plenty of muse for the tailoring redhead. The color changes helped to spur his creativity, even if he was a bit on the sad side. To see leaves begin to transition slowly from vivid summer green to fall gold and then into winter brown. Thankfully, not too much was turning gold now, though it was evident the world would be golden soon.

That was why the redhead took his sketch book full of anatomically awful sketches outside into the cool breeze, cloudy skies, and changing foliage. He headed in no particular direction, though he knew his feet were taking him in familiar directions; Lunenburg. And somewhere along that path and beyond would be a shack that he would avoid for now. At least, until he could get out of his slump and be his rainbow self again. That was why he needed to go do what he did best; make clothes and nature was going to help him do it. Inspiration was everywhere, and he planned to use it. He even brought his small handful of colored pencils he had gotten from an unopened box of them in Halifax.

Nearby, a horse whickered at him, but Strelein did not pay it any mind. With all the people in the kingdom either having a horse or their significant others having one, it was not surprising to see one here and there. However, the redhead did see the horse's "owner", and he raised an eyebrow at her. The girl was a mess and he could not help but wonder why on earth she was basically coated in paint. It was not Mati, but he doubted that his friend from Crimson Dreams would be so rude as to trespass to paint when she had pretty views in her own territory. Strel cocked his head a bit, narrowing his eyes so as to try to identify the young woman. He turned his head the other way as his eyes widened back to normal at his realization.

He came up behind her, smirk plastered all over his face as his lavender eyes sparkled with mischief. "My, my, you have grown up a bit since I found you." Sketchbook in the crook of his arm, the redhead crossed his arms across his chest as he grinned. "I thought you were a regular puppy," he commented, wondering when she had transformed. Perhaps she had just been weak when he had found her and she had not transformed until she got more meat on her bones and a more comfortable place to be. Of course, she had finished growing up at the knee of the King's love. It was hard to grow up poorly when the nearest father figure was the lord of the land. Strel eyed her work from behind her, eyebrow rising again. What on earth was she painting? "Pretty colors."

Giving off a slight noise of surprise, the redhead had to take a light step back when the girl jumped at him to give him a hug. It was entirely unexpected; he was usually the one to give out the random, unexpected hugs and holds. He laughed slightly, hands going to her sides to pull her off of him and back. He, then, held her at arms length at the shoulders, looking over what she chose to wear on her new kind of body. His glance had been quick but it had been enough. No, no, no. It would not due, it would not due at all.

Letting go of her shoulders as she went for her instrument of color, the redhead looked at the canvas once more, unsure of what he was looking for. The colors were recognizable but he was still unsure of what he saw. It was not like Mati's style, so it was harder for him to comprehend. He was not much one for paintings and drawings; his canvas was a person, end of story. "Well, it is certainly fall colored." He glanced at the small pouch of colored pencils at his side. "I came out here to see what fall could do for me. I've been rather uninspired lately," he confessed, matching her sheepish look with one of his own.

Lavender eyes set themselves upon the girl's smaller frame again, his mind started working. This girl would need some real clothes. Clothes that were for a daily life, for nicer times, and just for fun. What she wore now was for being messy and it would absolutely not do, not while Strel was the tailor of this kingdom. "You are in need of clothing," he said plainly, raising an eyebrow and giving her a look that seemed to simply dared her to attempt to argue.

A frown crossed his features as the man heard of Ever's adopted sister's "kindness". More or less, it sounded like Amaranth was just getting rid of some things she did not particularly care for more so than her being generous out of the goodness in her heart. That or Amaranth was not the girl for pretty clothes like some were, like Alaine or Princess. "That's nice of her, but there are prettier things to be had," he stated, rather blatantly, disapproval evident in his voice. Maybe it was just the paternal - really, paternal? - instincts in him, but Strel could not see a blossoming young child grow up without some nice clothing, custom made, just for them. That and it was him who had discovered the girl on the borders.

"Every girl needs something truly pretty and just for her, you know. Something special, even if you only ever wear it once in a while." He had no such article of clothing, being more prone to pants and jackets than the clothes of a woman. Though, that did not stop him from arguing his point. Men, too, deserved something nice, but those did not have nearly as much potential as dresses did for women. There was only so much you can do to a pair of pants. "And I will not be hearing any protests. I'll make you something, or things, since I did not take you in myself as I should have." Yes, the redhead was still a bit guilty about it. He had not taken in Ever, as he ought to have, and let the King take the girl. It was a better choice considering Vigilante had a family of his own and adopted children for Ever to relate to, but nevertheless, Strel was a bit guilty.