Christina
That was a surprise, Vhun thought. The bronze wasn't all that pretty to her eyes. She'd always thought it was too close to brown to be pretty, but it did have its worth in terms of providing contrast. Here, it could certainly be useful, provided Aewerin found it pretty. Vhun gave another little nod of understanding. One of Vhun's hands swept up the rejected colors, depositing them back into her bag with no particular reverence.

Once more, the mothfolk perked up to watch Aewerin. She was doing something, though Vhun couldn't quite say what. Something, she thought, that more than likely involved magic. Two of Vhun's hands remained on the task at hand, this being threading a needle, while the other two ran over the tears. Her head had tilted up, watching the elf with clear interest. 

So she'd had this option the whole time? And she'd chosen to make it difficult? Rude.

"And yet you continue to play with words."

Perhaps now that Aewerin was properly hearing the language as words rather than sounds, the distinctive qualities of Vhun's voice were clear. It sat neatly in a middle-range, erring toward being rather low, and though she did seem to speak rather softly, there was a distinct warmth to her tone.
Ivan
The Elf seemed, by all indications of her currently worn dress, let alone the robes in disrepair, to have an affection for earthen tones. Strange, for how her eyes reflected a blue, bright sky and her fair skin would make most strangers think otherwise. Still, there's be no question as to Aewerin's certainty of her choice.

"Maybe I wanted to see how you'd play the great game of misunderstandings." She snickers. Tilting her head back and forth, almost in parallel to Vhun's way of turning and staring, though only for a moment of the Elf's apparent teasing.

The Elf's ears swiveled to unheard sounds, as echoes of softly spoken translations seemed to buzz about her brain in the barest and briefest reverberation, while her ritual worked. So, there was a small delay as she processed the meaning from the literal words.

"As I was saying - I see so many sellers who aren't obsessed over the small details. You seemed to be, so I thought you'd be the one to trust. - How'd you come into this trade, anyway?"
Christina
"It's a game I play all the time, I suppose. I wonder how you'll understand what I say. Do you hear what I say as your tongue, or as mine?"

It was a fair question, she thought, given that there was most clearly some magic at play. The mothfolk's wings buzzed a moment as she thought, then slowly spread out in what was best described as a stretch. Her head cocked, then lowered to look at the garment before her. She'd successfully threaded the needle, and now had little to do other than get started.

Her head lifted up once more as the elf spoke once more, head slowly gaining a tilt. She was just a bit irritated, and was attempting to mask it as a patient confusion.

"Small does not mean insignificant, you know. Sewing is all small stitches, but if they're wrong or bad they're ugly or fall apart. On a knitted garment like that one, a few small wrong stitches ruin the entire project."

She paused, antennae giving an irritated little twitch.

"But I do suppose diligence is a good thing anyway."

Better not to be rude. Or at least not all that rude. Another pause.

"Oh. I suppose it's just something I was good at. Four hands make sewing quite a bit easier."

It was unclear if she was joking or otherwise being lighthearted. Little of her emotional state was evident in her voice, at least, more than likely not to one who wasn't used to hearing her.
Ivan
She chuckles at Vhun's talk about misunderstandings, but nods to the question, responding in kind after the same strange shift in the air around her head- just barely visible as if the wind itself quivered.

"It is spoken first in yours, in a way I can't understand - then, the nearest words in a language I do know come to match it. There's a small delay as I work out details of-... Nuance in the diction and phrasing."

Aewerin leaned back in her spot, keeping her back straight and crossing her arms seemingly in service of this. Widening her legs into a not-so-dainty pose, her poise at least was sturdy, a small number of cracks coming from Aewerin's robes, muffled by the layers.

"Small doesn't mean insignificant - on the contrary, there's nothing more significant - so in lieu of being misunderstood again-... Thank you, truly, for loving what you do." Aewerin hums, a rare bout of genuine, earnest words, as she gives a softer smile to the Mothfolk to clear the air. Every word Vhun had said about her practice appeased to Aewerin, to all the time spent obsessing over perfection of spells.

"I can only imagine! I would be able to do so many more things with another pair of arms." She cackles, enjoying the company.
Christina
"Strange. I am speaking very simply now. You mentioned that you wouldn't be able to understand anything that was figurative. Sort of hard to monitor my language, really."

Vhun gave another humming laugh, though this one seemed to lack any actual amusement. It was really just a noise. The woman was sewing as she spoke, gaze tilted down to pay attention to her work. It seemed she was first closing the tear in the fabric, having started with one of the tears in the torso of the garment, then expanding the pattern outward so that it had some element of beauty to it.

"You are welcome, in that case."

What else was she meant to say? Truly, the mothfolk didn't know, especially given that she'd now made it just a little bit awkward. Perhaps she'd been a bit too harsh in judging her, or perhaps she'd been just the right amount of harsh. She hadn't forgotten the way in which this woman had approached.

She tilted her head down once more, settling back to her embroidery work.

"I often wonder what having only one pair is like."
Willie
The fat cat sat and batted a tail back-to-back from either limit of its reach like a pendulum. Watching unblinkingly, it seemed engrossed by the process, but in an unnatural way - almost as if one were to be watching a spider weave web. Not that it was easy to tell- for as alien as Vhun and Aewerin's features were to another, the familiar was distant from both with those never-shut eyes and that pale shadow.
Ivan
"Well - I find anything referring to games, or playing, comes out just a bit differently between tongues. But- so far this hasn't been too difficult. There are far harder things to try to translate." She hums to herself, keeping her statuesque stature just to preserve her already strained back from further aches.

As Aewerin herself watched the process, more curious as to the work of hands and the way of small details, she spoke again, leaving the matter of thanking and welcoming well alone for now.

"One pair of arms? Well - I suppose I could try. It's the annoyance of carrying your life's work when your nose itches. It's the warmth of an embrace, knowing you are holding with everything you can. Hmm- It's the worry and trust when you lock one hand with another." She shrugs, departing with a list of swift little metaphors, all about the sensation of lacking or fulfillment with only having two manipulators to spare, and the worry that comes when you only have one left.

"—Though, I suppose I am wondering. I can't tell with your kind. You are a-... Woman?" She guesses, in all honesty, only the gut instinct guiding her.
Christina
"I suppose so. Always something more difficult. Nothing we're talking about is probably too difficult... I suppose I should know, given I speak both. Never really thought about it in terms of difficulty before."

The mothfolk's attention shifted to Murmur for a moment, then back to Aewerin. She didn't much like this feeling. There was too much pressure to not to anything weird. Did she usually do weird things when she worked? Vhun hadn't any idea, but supposed she was going to find out.

"..Perhaps I simply could try to use only one set."

Maybe that answer was a little rude compared to the rather emotional answer given by Aewerin. However, Vhun's comment had come from a purely utilitarian standpoint. She supposed that Aewerin's answer was sort of the same. She was looking too hard for something to annoy her.

The moment to worry about that passed. Vhun gave another tittering laugh, hands lowering and head lifting. She really couldn't tell? That was funny.

"What makes you say that?"

Her tone was utterly flat. She was going to milk this for the entertainment. Was it a guess? Or had she managed to judge it based on her clothing?