07-23-2018, 11:02 AM
Cry blinked, tilting her head. She swooped around the small shop, staring at various folds and fabrics. The raven landed beside a backpack. She slowly blinked, tilting her head. She could... She opened her wings, hopping up and sliding herself into the stomach of the back. She shifted and adjusted herself, leaning against the fabric. She folded her wings, staring at the fuscia fabric. It was dark. Familiar... but not quite the same.
She sighed, climbing out of the bag.
She turned to the strange cat. Nuit was her name? Weird name. French for night. Crystal hummed, tilting her head. Can you do leatherworking? She asked. Most of these objects were sewn. Sewing and knitting was much easier than processing leather.
"SPEECH"