Shop 'till you make a profit (Calleigh)

[Yuthirin]

"It's weird that people don't like big splashes of colors. They like...these colors that sort of are orderly and follow a pattern." Calleigh says, flitting about the clothing and examining it as it floats out of Bubbles' hands and into the air. The clothing carefully folds itself and is packed away.

[Anastasia]

Next move then, courre?

[Yuthirin]

Things we have for my reference

5k gold
Ravages
Dyed & tailored phase spidersilk clothes

Let's get at least one more thing to round this out. Something elemental perhaps?

[Anastasia]

Sure. Blazing fashions perhaps, or something more inventive?

[Yuthirin]

The infinite diversity of Chaos demands we get something completely different from what we already have! Inventive it is! We'll get blazing fashions next time!

[Anastasia]

Okay then, where are you going to get it from?

[Yuthirin]

Uh, I was hoping for the elementals. Like I said. Is that not an option?

[Anastasia]

Oooh, okay, A didn't meet B there in my mind. My bad.

By something elemental, what precisely do you mean?

[Yuthirin]

Well, we've got textiles and poisons, we need something completely different to round it out. Stone carvings, gems, decoratives maybe? Permanent ice sculptures? Frozen flames in pleasing shapes?

[Anastasia]

This path ends up taking you to Drena. He floats above Aurora, the two of you right by him. "Yes, ice sculptures can be done. Give me a handful of large elementals and someone who can sculpt or work with ice."

[Yuthirin]

"What kinda elementals?" Calleigh asks.

[Anastasia]

"Water ones, Water and air makes ice," Drena says, a bit slowly, as if talking to a child.

[Yuthirin]

This makes sense, seeing as Calleigh is a perpetual child. "Oh. Yeah, right. But how do I get them up here?"

[Anastasia]

"That's not the problem, we go down to them," Drena says, "We need someone who can sculpt or who has experience with ice carving."

[Yuthirin]

"I'm sure we have someone! Maybe the tortles? They like water, right? Bubbles might know someone, but she's so new. Elena might know! Maybe." Calleigh ponders.