Fate Weaver's convergence

C13 Clothes get

I was feeling surly, my now cut hair no longer reaching my mid-back. It was now shoulder-length, layered, and I had a rather full set of bangs that I now found myself blowing or brushing out of my eyes every other moment. It didn't take us long to travel out to the Tailor. Apparently, as adventurers were a common customer, it was located relatively close by. Entering the store for the first time, it looked as one may expect. Displayed in the storefront were a variety of clothes and some older-style mannequins. Adventuring clothes on one spot, a dress on another, a suit in the far corner, and simple robes displayed near the counters were just a handful of the outfits displayed.

The place seemed empty compared to its normal use. There was no smell of dust or mildew, it was clean and well-cared for. Somewhere in the building, you could hear the impact of shoes on a wooden floor aside from the sound of our own. Not a few moments later, Lorn had moved to the counter and tapped a small bell on its surface.

"Usually, she's upfront. Guess she doesn't have anyone else working here at the moment."

Lorn seemingly appeared bored at the lack of a greeting from the owner.

"Well, can't really expect there to be. All the help she has is temporary."

Hatsumi said, letting go of my hand and moving to the counter next to Lorn.

*Ding*

Lorn had tapped the bell again, and the sound of footsteps began quickening, making their approach.

"Coming! Sorry, I was stocking some of the fabric! So how may I help y- Oh, it's you Lorn, what now?"

From a doorway behind the counter came a red-headed human woman that appeared to be in her forties, her face adorned by a thinly framed set of glasses and wearing a simple v-neck blouse and leather trousers. Around her waist appeared to be a cloth belt filled with a variety of tools needed to make adjustments to clothes or fabric.

"Is that any way to greet a customer! Your mother would be rolling in her grave if she knew you were a slacking!"

Lorn had teased at the woman now greeting them at the desk.

"Oh ha-ha. My mother would be rolling if she knew the worn-out elf gramma was hanging around her store too."

The woman responded with her retort, sticking her tongue out at Lorn before sighing.

"So how can I help you, Lorn? And you too, Hatsumi? It's been a while since you've been here too."

Hatsumi motioned my way.

"We're in need of a handful of fresh outfits. Clothes for Kiyomi here."

"Oooh, this one's a healthy one. Apprentice?"

The tailor asked, eyeing me up briefly.

"Fortunately not, Claire. Hatsumi took guardianship over this one."

She seemed to tense up at Lorn's words for a moment before relaxing.

"Ah, that so? So outfits for different occasions?"

"Whatever any other child would need."

Hatsumi said.

"Okay, and what tastes are you looking for, little miss?"

The woman leaned towards me, continuing to look me over as if to estimate measurements before the actual work started.

It should be fine if I'm just a little bit willful here, right?

"Uhm, warm color."

I found myself pausing for a moment.

"And-Uhm. No frills?"