The mother in the shop didn't seem to take too well to Faelan teaching her children how to play with swords- the kids however were ecstatic. They kept asking Faelan questions and rambled on to there mother about how they wanted to be swordsmen when they grew up. The mother on the other hand looked at Faelan distastefully, grabbing the swords out of the children's hands.<br/><br/>"We've got what we came for- now it's time to leave." She said, looking rather snooty as she rushed her children out the door. Shula raised an eybrow behind the mothers back, looking fairly annoyed.<br/><br/>"Have a good day..." She said, in a mockingly nice tone. "Bitch." She added as soon as she was far enough away. She crossed her arms, looking over at Faelan and giving him a smile.<br/><br/>"She was awful. But you really shouldn't teach kids how to play with swords..." She said. She'd found more dresses and pants around the shop, taking the ones that didn't seem too awful and modifying them so they fit around her tail. She went barefoot as usual, her own scales and claws acting like enough of a barrier to the ground, both in insulation and in preventing damage. Her hair had noticeable grown out more, still sticking out in all different directions but she had the thought more then once that she should cut it again. Truth be told the woman hated long hair. It just got in the way and reminded her of her time in the cult.<br/><br/>Going back inside she grabbed a broom, beginning the sweep the entrance.