The owner of the shop they were in had been talking for a whole hour, bragging about the softness of her fabrics and her exquisite taste in picking them out. Miran had stopped listening after she started listing the various fabrics and their qualities. This was a bad idea, a horrible one at that.
He had just wanted to give Reyna an experience she never had, shopping for gowns for the ceremony. Not getting a lecture on the difference between silk from the human realm and silk from the silkworms reared on the Isle. Though Reyna seemed 5o be interested in the informal class. Her eyes had not strayed from the photos of the silkworms and she was asking questions about them.
