Emmy thought for a moment about the dragon scales, her ears twitching this way and that, as if listening to a conversation that was just outside the window. "Well for that you would have to speak to my mother, since scales are a rare treat around here,"she said with a smile. Emmy picked up the fur, bound it with a leather band from the four corners. Picking up the bundle, she moved around the counter, starting to humm aloud, though the sound of four paws touching the ground, matched with the sound of feathers lightly dragging on the wooden floor. The little feline stepped from around the counter, showing that she was a four winged (two sets) felitaur. Emmy placed the fur in a basket near the door, it had a not for sake sign on the handle. Turning to face the, her eyes shining bright. "So tell me, what is it like out there? Are there any other taurs like me? What's it like living under the stars?" She asked, a dreamy look in her eyes, like a young teen who had read to many romantic books.