So, they did not know how they came to be here, in this place. Perhaps it was an act of the gods, somehow. Eloa thought to herself, practically lost in the idea. There's no way. Why would they bring an<span style="font-style: italic">entire</span>city to Biorjen? We're they intervening in her life? Why would the- the warmth of a hand brought Eloa back to the present and she stiffened. She was unused to being touched, by strangers at least: but as she noticed his use of magic she was unsure whether to relax under his touch, or not.<br/><br/>Thankfully, she didn't have to decide, for they stopped before what appeared to be a clothing shop. Upon entering the building, Eloa's eyes were immediately drawn to the spear and crossbow. Her brow furrowed slightly, but smoothed as a older woman spoke to her. She reminded her of her childhood nurse. At the woman's encouragement, Eloa followed.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I'll get'cha all sized up Mi'lady, then make ye a fine ware in a jiff. I know all that he likes,"</span><br/><br/>Eloa flushed and eyed the man discreetly before the woman guided her through a curtained doorway.<br/><br/>Behind the curtain, Eloa was encouraged to strip down to her small clothes, where she was measured. The older woman moved deftly and with a skill that spoke of the decades it took to hone it. She dressed Eloa in cool silks. Her top was wrapped in a white wrap, her bottoms were layered skirts of a dark blue underneath a bright yellow. A pink sash cinched in her waist and tied in the back with a bow. Eloa admired herself in a floor length mirror as the woman tied her hair back with a pink ribbon and set a pair of black slippers before her. She was completely taken with it! She felt light weight, despite the layers, and didn't feel as if she couldn't breath.<br/><br/>"It's lovely!" Eloa couldn't keep her hands from rubbing the long belled sleeves. They were just so soft! She was so taken with her car that Eloa didn't really think whether or not someone might recognize her. The older woman held open the curtain and Eloa shuffled out. Despite absolutely loving it, she wasn't quite used to walking in the garb. She felt a little awkward, but surely it wouldn't take long for her to become accustomed.