"Harley please," Alex chides teasingly. "My fabrics are listening." He winks at the woman and then turns a grin to Molly. "She's not technically wrong, though."
That said, the tailor is going ask for non-verbal permission to take Molly's measurements and then get started. His hands are quick and practiced, and they don't feel magical at all. A little warm, but the tailor is excited about new work!! He's a professional, though, so he won't let himself be distracted by pretty tattoos or unique skin color right now. There's fashion to create and that will always take priority. Yes, even above any and all flirting with his customers. He has standards to uphold.
When he's all done and all necessary numbers have been written down, Alex moves to the nearest wall and selects a bolt of cream silk. What follows is a few lines drawn on the fabric, some cuts, and then a dazzling display of magic. The cut pieces of fabric hold themselves perfectly still in the air as several needles weave thread together at the seams. Alex moves his hands through the air gracefully, directing the flow of magic through the fabric and his tools to bring the base of the shirt to life. After a few minutes of work, the shirt - minus embellishments - is complete. The tailor plucks the garment out of the air, gives it a good once over with his eyes, then sets it down on his little desk before moving about the shop to collect secondary fabrics and some lace.
"Flashy enough for you?" he asks as he moves about, grinning to himself as he digs through several drawers near the far wall. The perfect embroidered lace must be here somewhere. Maybe something with a touch of gold? Hmm... he'll find you yet, perfect embellishments!
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That said, the tailor is going ask for non-verbal permission to take Molly's measurements and then get started. His hands are quick and practiced, and they don't feel magical at all. A little warm, but the tailor is excited about new work!! He's a professional, though, so he won't let himself be distracted by pretty tattoos or unique skin color right now. There's fashion to create and that will always take priority. Yes, even above any and all flirting with his customers. He has standards to uphold.
When he's all done and all necessary numbers have been written down, Alex moves to the nearest wall and selects a bolt of cream silk. What follows is a few lines drawn on the fabric, some cuts, and then a dazzling display of magic. The cut pieces of fabric hold themselves perfectly still in the air as several needles weave thread together at the seams. Alex moves his hands through the air gracefully, directing the flow of magic through the fabric and his tools to bring the base of the shirt to life. After a few minutes of work, the shirt - minus embellishments - is complete. The tailor plucks the garment out of the air, gives it a good once over with his eyes, then sets it down on his little desk before moving about the shop to collect secondary fabrics and some lace.
"Flashy enough for you?" he asks as he moves about, grinning to himself as he digs through several drawers near the far wall. The perfect embroidered lace must be here somewhere. Maybe something with a touch of gold? Hmm... he'll find you yet, perfect embellishments!