Children of the Sylph (re-writing and making better)

Chapter two

Just a warning this will have little to nothing to do with the story I just wanted to write this chapter for kicks soooo...yeah feel free to skip it if your not very interested.

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She was 15 minutes late yet again. I slid my pocket watch into my purse and leaned against the stone pillars the supported the gate to the royal palace and waited. I nearly fell asleep when I finally heard the squeak of iron gates opening. "Morning" I said as calmly as possible before Grace nearly knocked my off my feet with a hug before dragging me, in a hurried manor, towards the city. "Now the first thing I want to do is get some new boots..." She started as we walked walked into her favourite show maker. Grace didn't much like dresses or hats or much else, but she had an obsession with gorgeous foot wear. This particular store I did not like, it was too clean and perfect, everything had its place and the short, skinny shopkeeper looked at us as though we were prey. As Grace looked around the store, eyeing the latest sample designs and fabrics my eyes settled upon a black pair of ankle boots with folded tops and laces that looped around delicate bronze latches. The toe, however was tipped with bronze/silver looking metal that was polished to the point it sparkled.

"I'll take these" I said, carrying the boots to the counter.

"Madam, with all so respect I do not believe you have sufficient funds for this item..." I cut the short little vendor off from his rather proud little spout of words with a small bag of silver.

"I think my funds are sufficient enough."

"I beg your pardon miss" he grovelled apologetically.

I went and sat in the corner while Grace put in some orders for a tall black hunting boot she had taken a liking to.

When we were finally out of that wretched little store I sighed "I get to pick the store now." I said pulling her into Bartle's emporium, my favourite clothier in all of the Autumnrealm. It was an hour until the booking I had made for a fitting so we decided to have some tea before hand. While walking the best tea house in the city, Grace, being the co-ordinated butterfly she was, dropped her pocket watch and it rolled into a nearby alley.

"You co-ordinated woman." I sighed and strolled into the alley to retrieve it. Of course there had to be some weird man in that alley and of course he would try to mug me of course this did not work out for him when I grabbed the arm he was using to hold a knife to my throat and elbowed him in the stomach and groaned as I got dirt on my skirts while sweeping his feet from beneath him. "I have no words to describe your utter lack of fighting ability, sir" I spoke down to him snatching the watch from his grubby little paws and returning to Grace. she didn't comment about it, this was normal for her, she could fight just as well.

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Once we has arrived at the tea parlour we sat at an indoors table and ordered some lavender brew and pastries. There was a comfortable silence, Vex and I didn't need to talk a lot, we were happy to have each other's company. But there was something I wanted to ask her, "Is it going to be difficult for you to return to the Fae after living with us elves for so long." it was a risky question, Vex did get edgy whenever someone brought up her family or where she came from.

"I don't know, I've tried not to think about it really. It's been so long I....I don't know if or what's chafed and I've not been amongst my people in decades, to be honest I am worried" she replied, stirring her tea slowly.

it was in my nature to lighten the mood the mood when things got a little dark between us so I though of the first thing that came to mind that would get something resembling a positive reaction out of her, "Maybe we can find you a Fae man to call your own?" I giggled as an expression so close to embarrassment I thought she might throw her tea over me but instead she just laughed along with me.

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Grace had never been to this particular clothier before and I was not sure if she would like the quirky charm to Bartle's dresses but I made her come here anyway. As I thought she might she instantly took up an an interested yet confused look upon her face and I nearly laughed at the sight of it. As soon as I walked in the door Bartle shooed away lingering customers and waltzed over to me, greeting me with a light hug.

"Vexy my dear, how've you been" he smiled warmly.

"Wonderful Bartie! How is the family?" I smiled back.

"No time! I need you to trust me! I have a ravaging design that only you could or even would wear!" we replied hurriedly.

"Naturally, you are forever my dressmaker."

"Okay. oh and who is your friend?"

"Lady Grace, she is to marry the king!"

"Who knew you had friends in such high places, ha." He smiled.

At the end of the fitting we had decided upon three new dresses for myself including the surprise Bartle had designed, one grey, embroided with small flowers on the bodice and a blood red dress with a low cut neck and gold edging and sleeves. Grace on the other hand settled with one gold gown with a skirt that puffed out and had gold ebroidery on the bodice and base of the dress. Bartle was aware that we were leaving the following day and so agreed to send the dresses to meet us at the palace.

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Pretty boring chapter, I know but I wanted to do it for myself and a friends enjoyment, and in this hope you enjoy it to. as per always leave a comment, see you soon.

-cutie6503