early in the morning | travelling merchants

  Itsy finds Reed & his companion to be charmingly sweet & polite. Useful to her, even, if they have what she is looking for. Even if he did stare a smidge, it was not in disgust. This would delight her, perhaps even flatter, if she were so easily moved by such simple actions. The carefulness he treats her silk with, however.. that does slightly fluster her. She remains silent for a small stretch of time to calm herself before replying.

"A simple look at a dress.." She trails off, attention shifting to the wooly creature standing hitched to the cart. She moves closer to it. One slender leg-- a violet so dark it's almost black, vibrant yellow bands at each joint --touch gently touch the wool of the creature. "& fabric. I fancy myself a designer of sorts, mister Reed, & am sorely in want of supplies for my art."