<div class="floatleft">(https://www.fashionhanfu.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/fashion-hanfu-black-hanfu-dress-1.jpg) </div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Fennu (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1055259521792090144/1064213183113469992/image.png)</em><br/><strong>Main Progeny Crystal:</strong><em>Crystelia Ignis</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Green and Brown Cheongsam.<br/><strong>HP:</strong><em>70/70</em><br/><strong>EP:</strong><em>60/60</em><br/><br/>b]Time:[/b]<em>10:40 AM XST</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em></em>The Dewdrop Loom<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Crystelia Coven Members |<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Fennu had not thought about this being something best done second, she had the idea and run with it, now the idea of shopping first made more sense to her, but she had already come out with the plan and now had to see it though. What did suprise her was the pair that left them. While they might have clothing right now, it was clear Fennu was the only one with changes of clothing. What she had been suggesting was that, get yourselves something else to wear too. Feeling kind of silly now and feeling a little rebuked she settled back into her silent self. Her safe place. In this mindset she walked inside.<br/><br/>She did not really see the clothing in here. Not that they were not pretty, but because the idea in her mind was to let others shop. So she moved to find somewhere to sit and did so, sitting silently with her back straight and both hands in her lap. Clearly a trained pose. When the mistress of the hour came out though Fennu was confused. Why would someone running a dress shop look like they were about to step out of a neo noir film? She paid attention but did not speak, watching the woman with distrust. Something about the way she was acting and dressed put the young gymnast on edge. Her body totally still but her eyes following the woman while she thought how best to stand, pivit and draw her short blade all in one motion should that need arise.<br/><br/>Plan for the worst, hope for the best, that was about to become a habbit.