"Of course." she said, beaming delightedly. "Just to the point of breaking; after all, they can be healed. Isn't that right, girls?"<br/><br/>Alabaster looked a bit startled, when Finexia tracked her down, but nodded to the question, pulling out a sketch she had mode. It was carefully done, a bust of an attractive, brown-skinned elven woman. AS she let Finexia examine it, she explained, "It is... similar to my father's sister. I only met her twice, but.. I imagine this is what I might have looked like, if I had been an elf, and not a half-elf," she said. "I... made a few changes, as well, for personal preference. On the back should be measurements; I didn't want to adjust things too heavily, as I would rather avoid retailoring all of my clothing. I hope that should suffice?"