Willie
Well, even if Vhun didn't understand it entirely, she had accepted their explanation, and that was good enough for them. Some things just felt so very wrong to wear, even if they had no idea why that was the case. It seemed to be one of those things that just was the case, with no proper reason behind it.

Her next question was a reasonable one. Did she want to help them out? That was surprisingly kind of a complete stranger. Ventum gestured once more towards the green fabric they'd been holding at the beginning of this meeting. "I quite like the feeling of this one," They spoke, reaching out to lightly touch it, "The softness makes it rather pleasant to the touch. Furthermore, I believe it to be quite sturdy, which is something I need as well, as my work requires a decent amount of manual labor."

A pause as their gaze drifted to their current outfit, right hand absently feeling the fabric of the short sleeve of their left arm. "Although this fabric isn't as soft, I do like how flexible it is. I don't like rigid fabrics very much." Hopefully that would be enough for her to work with. "Oh, please don't try to touch my clothing," Ventum added quickly, just in case she was planning to do so. "I don't like to be touched, or to have people get that close to me." It wasn't something that was specific to Vhun, it was just something they'd never liked, with very few exceptions.
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They pondered what she wrote next for a few moments, nodding eventually. "I am planning to buy it unless I find something of a similar color with a better texture." Ventum allowed their gaze to drift, then, looking over the other fabrics offered in an attempt to find something that fit their criteria - however, something else caught their eye. Not too far off was a light, summery fabric that was colored a warm shade of yellow. Definitely not something Ventum would wear, but that wasn't why it caught their attention. "Say, may I request your advice on something?" They asked, looking back to Vhun. "Something related to sewing a piece of clothing, of course."
Dwight
Vhun was quite aware that her attempts to help were perhaps a bit strange, but she was still determined to make a friend. She didn't have all that many local friends, even if she did spend a lot of time out of the house. There just weren't that many people that either spoke Ivathi or were willing to take the time to figure out a means of communicating with her in the long-term. Long distance people were probably better for that reason. She could be very articulate in letters.

*I agree. Seems sturdy.*

There was little else to say on this topic. It was a good piece of fabric, though Vhun wasn't sure there was anything else like it on the table. Or, rather, anything that was like it and matched. Vhun's eyes flicked to the merchant. They hadn't seemed to notice her meddling with this other customer. The mothfolk's antennae twitched as she thought, only nodding along as Ventum explained what they were looking. She hadn't intended to touch them, given that this was a stranger. She wasn't going to touch a stranger.

*Of course. I could give you advice on sewing, if you'd like.*

She was, of course, more than capable of giving advice, given that this was her profession. She didn't know what this person would want, but she didn't think that it would be anything too complex or specific. They still didn't know each other that well, and this person didn't know just how skilled she was.
Willie
Of course, Ventum hadn't expected Vhun to reach out and touch them - the way she hadn't even attempted a handshake made them think that she might not be a fan of touching others herself - but it was always better to be safe, some people were just too forward. It had happened too many times in the past already.

So she did want to give advice. That was good. "That is what I am looking for, yes. One moment, please." Turning away from Vhun, Ventum carefully pulled out the fabric they'd been looking at, finding that it was quite smooth, almost silk-like in texture. Definitely something meant to be worn in summer. They laid it down on the table, unrolling the roll slightly so that the both of them could get a better look.

"Perhaps it is a silly thing to do, but this is a color that I know my girlfriend would love, and I'm considering making her... Something. A piece of clothing, most likely." While speaking, Ventum absently placed their right hand on their chest, noting a slight increase in their heartrate. That wasn't entirely surprising, it always did that when discussing her. "Only, she prefers wide and loose clothing, which I have... No experience in making. Do you have any ideas? I was considering making a shirt, although with her wings, I am not certain how that would work either." Hmm, maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. "Oh, she's an Aarakocra." Probably an important titbit of information to mention too.
Dwight
Vhun leaned forward, now more aware of where her body was in space. If this person didn't like to be touched, it wasn't too much of a stretch to assume that they liked their space. That was fair, and nothing Vhun couldn't relate to. She herself really didn't like being jostled around, and though she wasn't bothered by a simple touch, she didn't like it coming from strangers.

The mothfolk leaned closer, examining the fabric. It looked nice, Definitely something that could be made into a blouse. She nodded along as Ventum continued to speak, slowly reaching her free upper hand out to feel the fabric. She hoped that this wouldn't be seen as a crossing of boundaries. She just wanted to feel it, to see how delicate it was. It didn't seem all too deceptively thin, or like it would unravel.

*What about a sleeveless blouse? Open in the back with buttons so she can button it under her wings but still have a space for them to be out. Does that make sense?*

She tapped her charcoal stick against the paper, thinking. She could draw it, she thought. Her sentence had been a bit jumbled, she knew. A bit of a run-on, but that was how her thoughts had come out, and she didn't have any way to erase. The mothfolk turned the book to Ventum, head tilting as she presented her idea.
Willie
Instinctively, Ventum took a slight step back when Vhun leaned in closer, only realizing they'd done so a second too late. It wasn't even a conscious choice, it was just something that happened. Hopefully she wouldn't take it the wrong way.

They tried to just focus on the matter at hand, reading what the Mothfolk had written before once more looking at the fabric. Ventum lifted their head then, looking at nothing in particular, remaining quiet for a long moment as they tried to imagine what that would look like, and how to make it. All in all... It seemed doable. They just had to find thread of the same color, and of course some buttons... Or perhaps they could craft those instead? It didn't seem like a difficult task.

Realizing they'd been quiet for a bit too long, Ventum quickly looked back to Vhun, nodding. "That is a very good idea, yes," They told her, and paused, having to focus to fully pull themself back to reality. "Thank you very much for it. Is there anything I can do to repay you? Any questions I may answer, perhaps?" There was no doubt that Vhun had plenty of things to ask by now, and Ventum felt like she'd more than earned the right to do so by now. She'd helped them out plenty, after all.
Dwight
Vhun immediately took a step back as Ventum did, not wanting to crowd this person. Maybe she was right, and touching this fabric was seen as an invasion of their space. Good to know. She'd have to make an effort to stay a few feet back, just so that she didn't freak out this stranger. They did seem really nice. Maybe they wouldn't be long-term friends, but this conversation had at least felt fulfilling.

The person, however, didn't seem all that impressed with the idea, she thought. Or maybe they were just thinking. She wasn't sure. Instead of further commenting, Vhun simply awkwardly stood there, waiting for them to reply. Her spine was rigid, and her hands had clasped tightly in front of her body. This posture relaxed as Ventum began to nod. They'd liked it. Good.

*I am so glad. And no, there is nothing you need to do. It was a friendly suggestion.*

She couldn't think of anything she needed from them, and truly couldn't think of anything she actually needed from this stall. Vhun turned her head, looking out into the square. Maybe she'd need to get going soon. She did, after all, have some work to attend to. She didn't need more fabric. She had quite a lot at home anyway.

*I think I need to be going soon, unless you have more questions?*
Willie
They cringed internally as Vhun stepped back, mentally cursing themself for, well, being like that. Not much to be done about that now, though. Despite that, Ventum felt it had been a pleasant enough conversation, and who knew, perhaps it could become a friendship of some kind? It sounded quite nice to them, though, apparently, the day for that wasn't today, as it seemed that she had to go.

"Either way, thank you for the suggestion, I'm certain it will come in handy." Despite the sincerity of the statement, Ventum's tone and expression resumed to be the same, unchanging. "And no, I don't have any more questions right now." It had been what, fifteen, twenty minutes? It was indeed time to start packing up and head back home, lest they arrive home too late.

Turning to the fabrics, the green and the yellow one, Ventum folded them carefully, looking around until they'd found the shopkeeper. They still had to pay, of course. But first, it was time to say goodbye to the Mothfolk. So, they looked back to her, offering her a wave with their left hand, the mechanics inside giving a soft buzzing sound. "It has been lovely meeting you, Vhun. I do hope we meet again some day in the future."
Dwight
Vhun was still watching Ventum, even though her head had tilted away from staring at her straight-on. She had the vague filling that this straight-on staring might be making them uncomfortable. She could pretend that she was looking at the fabric, and still watch Ventum out of her peripheral.

*Of course.*

She was certain that she'd written this recently, but she didn't want to flip back through to find the last time she wrote it and circle it. Some people found that to be rude, even if it wasn't meant to be.

*Very lovely to meet you too.*

Slowly, the woman took a step back, her wings slowly half-opening as she did. This gesture was meant to create some space between her and the rest of the crowd so that she could more comfortably move. It was automatic, it seemed, especially given the speed with which they opened. There was not hesitation. The mothfolk turned back to look at Ventum, and then made a quiet sound in her throat.

"Be well."