Mirelah;
"This material is very beautiful. It shines under light like stars trapped in the fabric!" The designer praises as he holds up a black fabric against my chest, and Queen Velnara tilts her head as she stares at it.
"What do you think of this one, Mirelah?" She questions, and I look down at the black bundle of cloth being held against my body.
I look up at Meadow, who looks worried and then back at Queen Velnara.
"It's okay," I whisper, and she raises a brow. This time, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Like the last five were?" She replies, and I force a smile.
She lets out a breath and turns her attention to the man holding the fabric up to me.
"Drop it with the others." She instructs, and I see the man struggle to keep his spirits up.
"I-It's okay. There's plenty of exotic fabrics here. There are even crystal spell linens from Cryvaris…" He says as he rushes back to his rack and begins to shuffle about.
