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[ruevealing]

[Outside of their garden and their own personal closet, Rue can't think of a prettier sight in all of Folkmore for them.]

Indeed! Please, feel free to touch and explore, see if any of them call to you.

[nativized]

--Ah, free to touch, even?

[ He.. will do that, then. To explore and touch these colors and patterns. In truth, his current quest was for new armor, but there was also a matter of fashion to consider. Something to suit the rest of his attire. Stuff to express himself? Lex did like to work with these things, but this sort of fabric, able to be purchased by him?

It's quite a surreal thing, really.

So he'll make to touch at these and look them over. As he goes, he takes out his leather, enchanted gloves and tug them on, comparing their golds or black to the rest of the fabrics. ]

[ruevealing]

Of course! As much as I love to look at the combinations of colors and patterns, sometimes I become inspired simply by the feel of fabric. So if you see anything you might like, we can set it aside and make a plan for it.

[They give Lex all of the space he needs to admire their fabric wall, watching the way he pulls on his gloves.]

What lovely gloves! Did you get them here in Folkmore?

[nativized]

-Nah, these were a gift to me from back home. Though I suppose these are likely copies; I got them as a reward for doing one of those experiments for Thoth.

[ there's a hint of nostalgia in his voice as he opened and closed his palm, and a soft exhale before he keeps up the comparing of colors and brush on fingers on the fabric, now he knew he was allowed. To him, that seemed generous - people might damage the samples! But still, if he could he would. ]

[ruevealing]

[As beautiful as they may be, fabric can always be replaced. What matters most is that the final garment that Rue presents to their customer is as perfect as possible, down to the thread of the fabric, down to the feel against their fingers.]

For all of it's faults, I've found that Thirteen is quite generous with gifts, especially things of importance from home.

[nativized]

So I have heard... noticed? Both, really. [ He tugged a little on the gloves. Importance from home, huh? It's true, he feels more secure with these on. Both for practical reasons, and for what it means in terms of ... ] Meh. .. These are meant to have a matching set of boots, but I haven't gotten those yet. My intention was for the boots to be my first purchase with those spoon divination things.

[ruevealing]

While I have no talent for cobbling footwear together, if you have a basic pair of boots brought into me, I could turn them into a matching set with your gloves, if you like.

[nativized]

Nah, the aesthetics are one thing, but they're also twin enchantments. That's too much to ask of anyone when I can just spend spoons to get a worthwhile version of it.

[ Or just the original, depending on how you look at it. ]

[ruevealing]

Fair enough! Thirteen does make it easy enough to pick up whatever you want from home. I was able to bring over my old cellular phone, so that I could retrieve all of the photographs and videos from it. I'm still so grateful to have those lovely memories returned to me.

[nativized]

[ He looked back at Rue curiously. Like... he'd gotten some impression from their last chat that they had an odd familiarity with some places in the United States, so that probably shouldn't surprise him. But it does all the same - for a few reasons. Hazel eyes turn brown as they look them over again - the talons. Those talons would definitely scratch a screen or break a button, right? But then... no, they must be very dextrous to sew like this, right? And so, a bit embarrassed but now further curious about the circumstances Rue came from to know both a "fey" realm and a cellular phone he turns back to whatever fabric he was in front of. Ahem, ]

So it was specifically the same phone then, huh? I've been wondering about that, ever since I got these gloves.

[ruevealing]

[All very fair points!! Looking at the size and sharpness of their talons would indeed raise some questions, but ones that Rue is used to. Being able to work as delicately as they do with their talons is a source of pride for them, one they worked hundreds upon hundreds of years to perfect, that they still sometimes still have the occasional bad day with.]

Or a very exact replica, I suppose! But it still had the photographs and even text messages that I last received and my game of Candy Crush I was in the middle of.

[nativized]

[ ... Does he know what Candy Crush is? Lex searches his mind and... maybe? It sounds vaguely familiar...? It came out a year before he left and was just reaching early popularity hype as he vanished oops But he works it out, a phone game. Okay. hmm.. ]

Is that bothersome, actually? I guess not, if it serves the same purpose.

[ruevealing]

Bothersome?

[Their big eyes turn to him, curious.]

In what way, dear?

[nativized]

A-ah. Well, the thought that it might not be the original item. That it could be some magically made replica.

[ He shrugged ]

... I'm talking to myself as much as you, really, in saying that. I've had the thought about these gloves [ And himself, really, but ] a few times now.

[ruevealing]

[Their expression softens, big, owl eyes going warm as they blink over at the man.]

Does that bother you? That your precious item may be replica only instead of the original?

[nativized]

In terms of the functionality of the thing, not really. I have tested it.

[ So his complaint it ... sentimental, in nature. Something which is a luxury for them to have, under the circumstances. But he also knows answering like that ( something further cemented by his eyes changing color again, this time to a somewhat mournful purple color) does sort of betray that yeah, it does. ]

[ruevealing]

[Not for the first time, Rue is so grateful they missed out on that particular legend trait. It seems quite inconvenient to have your emotions shared with strangers so easily.

Still, the owlbear will pretend they've seen nothing. Best to be polite.]

But it isn't the item itself, you mean.

[nativized]

-- Ah, you know, I don't know if you've titles for me to use.

[ That might sound like it comes out of nowhere. But he still says it, because he realizes he was about to call them "ma'am" or "lady" or something similar. they struck him as being something of a courtly person, despite their appearance - no, perhaps because of it? How they dress, how they carry themselves. Perhaps "Sir?" Ah well- ]

But, truth told, I cannot know if it is the item or not. None of us really can, unless there's some one who was here from the realms I know and had magic to test it, eh?

[ruevealing]

Just Rue is fine, darling. If you must, I suppose you may call me Mx, but truly, I will not be offended by the use of my name alone. It's quite what I prefer. I've left the rest of my titles behind in the Feywild and I have no desire to wear any of them again.

[Still, it's a sweetness to even ask. Rue is used to gently correcting people when they get it wrong, so to have someone ask directly is a blessing.]

I will admit I've never even considered that before. The idea that these things we summon are mere replicas. As we ourselves are too, aren't we?

[nativized]

[ Unsure if this'll be flattering or insulting, he opts to just say this as a bit of a joke, ]

Ah, well, you reminded me of someone at court. A mercenary can never be too careful, eh?

[ But... yeah. That's.-- honestly, he appreciates in a dark way Rue jumps to that conclusion too. ]

- I had wondered that too. And can't say which I prefer.

[ruevealing]

[Rue doesn't look like they mind in the slightest, though their big eyes do brighten at the tease.]

I was a part of the faerie court for thousands of years, so I imagine that some of that influence is difficult to fully shake off. Though I promise you, I'm much happier here sans titles.

[Rue may be all blooms and soft fabrics but there's a thread of dark humor to them always.]

It's quite the concept, isn't it? Terrifying.

1/2

[nativized]

[ Thousands of years.

For a second, Lex's eyes go wide. Much like when he saw their appearance for the first time, something like terror makes him forget to breathe. His eyes shift to an alarmed bright purple color. It isn't an immediate Threat to him or anything, but it definitely makes Rue feel very contextually different to him, ]

2/2

[nativized]

[ But then he inhales sharply and rights himself. No, no, there's no reason to be so apparently intimidated, that doesn't benefit either of them. Because, the fact is is that there's something equally or more terrifying to consider. Namely, ]

- Should I find a way to speak to the Fox, I think to ask of the matter will be the first thing I do.

[ Because, you know, the replica thing is - unsettling. Yeah. ]

[ruevealing]

[Deeply unsettling.]

If you have the chance, I would love to hear her answer. But I suppose there isn't much point in fretting over it too deeply. Pray, my friend, does any of this fabric speak to you? I can see making you a lovely shirt, I think.

[nativized]

[ There isn't. He... yeah, Lex looks sheepish and then looks back to the wall. What he reaches out towards is...

This one. A nice blue linen. Sturdy enough but bold, bolder than most would care to dye it in the world he knew. Actually, he isn't sure it'd be possible to do it there. ]

- I'll have to come back on those enchantments. But so as to not waste both our times, I like this one, I think.

[ It reminds him of her eyes. ]