Kila [Guess I'm a dragon now]

Chapter Seven---Look At This!

The next morning, Kila wandered around greeting the villagers. They had seen her with Choi Han previously, so they were very accommodating. Almost every person she said "hello" to, responded in kind.

After she'd strolled around for quite a while, she stopped at the general store and looked through the cloth again.

"Hi little Miss, welcome back."

Kila looked up at him and smiled, before returning to the cloth. The colors were bland, but that was easily solvable. She was looking at texture and breathability.

"Excuse me, how much would a 5 meters of each be?"

"All of them? 350,500 gallons, are you sure?"

"Yep, can you cut it for me? Here."

She handed him the coins and he just looked at her.

"Sir, I've payed you, please cut the cloth."

"Ah, right!"

He jerked out of his thoughts and started cutting the fabric. She had bought a lot, as she wanted to make clothes for both Choi Han and herself. He set the cloth on the counter and Kila pulled out a smallish bag.

"Is that a magic bag?"

"Yes. It has a large storage too."

She packed it all away and headed back to the inn. Choi Han was sitting in the dining hall.

"Hey, Han! Have you gained any more muscle since I made clothes last?"

"Miss Kila? Ah, no, I haven't."

"Alright, I can just copy last time's size?"

"Yes. Thank you again."

"Could you speak more casually please? And once I age up the polymorph, just call me by name or something."

"Ah. Would Noonim be alright?"

Kila sat down before replying.

"Sure, that's a more formal version of big sister right?"

"Yes it is."

She ordered and they sat in companionable silence while waiting for her food. After eating they both headed upstairs and she began making the clothing. She turned some of the cloth sage green and some dark brown, close to black. She made a shirt out out of the green and then lowered it's color to a forest green, making another. She continued to make several differently colored shirts of varying styles. The dark brown was used to make 5 pairs of pants, all similar to Jean style. She put his finished clothes aside, and began making her own.

A knock rang through the room.

"Come in Han."

He entered and looked at the pile of clothes.

"Are all those mine?"

"In that stack, yes."

"Thak you again Noonim."

"No problem Han."

He looked at at other stack and saw that most of the clothes she made were too big for her current body.

"Han, I'm going to age up so could you grab your clothes and head out?"

"Ah, yes. Thank you for the clothes."

Choi Han gathered the pile and exited. Kila locked the door and began focusing. Most of the mana in the room condensed around her into a larger form, and her current morph merged with that mana. Her new form was around 15, as there wasn't much mana in the room, and she was too lazy to extend farther than that. Kila grabbed the clothes she made and reshaped them, adjusting to her real size.