[apparently taken aback that the duskwight tailor has recognized him, francel seems somehow even less at ease than he was under the watchful gazes of the garrulous lords and ladies from the street. he pokes about the tailor's shop with the awkward timidity of someone who isn't used to buying things.
it's a ladies' fur stole that catches his attention, not for its color or its sizing but simply because it looks to be made of the softest fur francel's ever laid his eyes on. francel lifts aymeric's gloves from his hands just enough that he can feel the fur with the side of one palm, smiling faintly to himself all the while.]
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[apparently taken aback that the duskwight tailor has recognized him, francel seems somehow even less at ease than he was under the watchful gazes of the garrulous lords and ladies from the street. he pokes about the tailor's shop with the awkward timidity of someone who isn't used to buying things.
it's a ladies' fur stole that catches his attention, not for its color or its sizing but simply because it looks to be made of the softest fur francel's ever laid his eyes on. francel lifts aymeric's gloves from his hands just enough that he can feel the fur with the side of one palm, smiling faintly to himself all the while.]
How soft...