The bell on the door announced their entrance with the tolling.

“Aecansomdrys, you there?” Icasondra asked, the door closing behind her.

“Back here!” The tailor cried from the back store. “Give me a minute and I’ll be with you, make yourselves comfortable!”

“Well, you heard her, let’s take a seat.” Alta nodded at her words and the two fairies sat on the stools in the hall of the shop.

The chimera moved her head from side to side, inspecting the mannequins and the exhibited clothes.

“Aecansomdrys isn’t a tailor for the sake of money, it’s her true passion,” Icasondra explained to the wondering fairy. “She’ll be occupied every single minute of the day sewing, all the clothes of the village come from her.”

“What’s a Losttime fairy?” Alta asked out of nowhere.

“Where did you get that information from?” The Moonlight fairy responded in a panicked manner.

“Aecansomdrys.” The Blossomflame fairy said, finally saying her friend’s name correctly. “She presented herself as such yesterday.”

“Oh, right.” Icasondra had forgotten about that.

“Why does that disturb you?” Alta inspected her with inquiring eyes.

“Disturb? No one’s disturbed here, I don’t know what you mean...” She added a laugh at the end. “Well, the truth is that there are some troubling stories about Losttime fairies, they are not true, by any means, but I didn’t want you to have the wrong idea about Aecansomdrys.”

“What do those stories say?”

“It’s better if you don’t hear them.” In response, Alta looked at her intensely. “Alright, alright!” She gave up instantly. “But they are mostly untrue, whatever comes from my mouth isn’t meant to be taken seriously.”

“Understood.” The chimera nodded.

Icasondra stretched her hanging legs, her turquoise dress falling to the side, and took a deep breath.

“Fairies, as a whole, aren’t really destructive.” She started. “Most of us are related to Life or Light, so we are rather inclined to creation and protection, but there are some that are born... otherwise.”

Her sweet smile was tainted by a hint of pain.

“Aecansomdrys is a Losttime fairy, meaning that she’s of Void and Time. Whilst Time is neutrally inclined, Void is the most destructive of the Primordial elements. So that makes the combination of her race destructively inclined.” The Moonlight fairy narrated with a lethargic expression. “And even if Aecansomdrys is a tailor, a job which is strictly constructive, that destructive stigma of Void will always be present in her life.”

Sorrow filled the fairy’s expression.

“I’m a Moonlight fairy, of Arcane and Light, I’m constructively inclined. Even if I can’t make anything myself...” She let out a dry chuckle. “What I meant to say is that our elements don’t matter, we may be Touched or Aligned, but that doesn’t define us!”

“I understand.” Alta nodded. “But what are the stories about Losttime fairies? I know that you are stalling.”

“Well, that was actually the hard part, you needed a bit of context first,” Icasondra confessed. “Because Losttime fairies are destructively inclined, other races whisper stories about how they take the time of other people, blaming them for their lapses in memory and the lost hours they cannot recall.”

“And?” The Blossomflame fairy tilted her head.

“That’s it, I really meant it when I told you you didn’t need to know.” The Moonlight fairy fluttered her wings and jumped off the stool. “I just hate that people think that Aecansomdrys is an evil creature that will steal their lives when she’s the sweetest fairy in the world!” She shouted in indignation.

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“I see.” The chimera’s visage remained inexpressive. “Are there stories about Blossomflame fairies?”

Icasondra looked at Alta for a pregnant second. She didn’t know if she should be mad or happy about the woman’s reaction. On one hand, it was nice she wouldn’t judge her friend by senseless superstitions, but on the other hand... she hadn’t paid attention to her story, hadn’t she?

“Erm, well I suppose.” Icasondra acknowledged. “I don’t know any stories of them, as there aren’t any in the village, I just heard they existed.”

“Nothing at all?” Alta inquired. “You must have heard something if you know them.”

“Well, it’s said that Blossomflame fairies can spurt life out of their flames, but you can never trust stories related to fairies. They will be more fantasy than reality.”

“And Moonlight fairies?”

“We are simple fairies, and somewhat common.” She explained. “We have minor illusion powers, but we are technically keepers of Order of reality, but that’s a title rather than an actual ability. We are on the weaker side of fairies, truth be told. And we aren’t that useful...” The last part was spoken from Icasondra’s inferiority complex.

“You are useful,” Alta told. “I wouldn’t know many things if it weren’t for you.”

“Thanks.” She added in an almost unintelligible whisper, her ears gaining a shade of pink.

“Hmm...” The chimera meditated loudly. “How many fairies are even there?”

“I’d say that there’s not a limit,” Icasondra explained after recovering. “Both Rootweaver and Dreamsong fairies are of Life and Information, so there’s no limitation in the reuse of elements. And besides, when fairies have... children, they will normally be one of either parent’s type, but they could birth a completely new fairy type.”

“How do fairies have children?” Alta asked with an innocent tone.

“Um, well, you know...” Icasondra’s brain short-circuited, steam coming out of her ears, trying to mesh her thoughts into a coherent sentence, yet her imagination was filled with lewd imagery.

“I think she’s toying with you, Icasondra.” A new voice joined the conversation.

“Really?” The Moonlight fairy looked at the dark-skinned fairy’s grinning face and then shifted to look at the inexpressive fiery fairy. “I think she’s being serious, Aecansomdrys.”

“Truly?” The Losttime fairy also put her eyes on the Blossomflame fairy. “Huh, you may be right. Anyways, this is no time to talk about babymaking. She needs to try her need dress!”

Following her high-pitched exclamation, Aecansomdrys showed a one-piece red dress, a smug expression on her face.

“To make this little girl I used a few of the roots the Rootweavers gave me because she’s a Blossomflame so I thought giving her dress a floral leitmotif.”

“Leitmotif, isn’t that a musical term?” Icasondra asked in confusion.

“Oh, yeah,” Aecansomdrys admitted. “I think I didn’t use it correctly. Oh well, I should spend less time around Dreamsongs. But for now, Alta, try it! I want to see you wear this little girl!”

“Understood.” Alta stood from her stool and dropped her dressing gown to the ground.

“Oh my.” Aecansomdrys gasped.

“Alta!” Icasondra shouted. “You can’t do that!”

“But she said I had to wear the dress,” Alta replied, her bare glory flaming before the fairies.

“But not before us! That’s indecent!” The Moonlight fairy violently stepped on the floor as she spoke.

“Talk about yourself, this is quite a sight.” The Losttime fairy chuckled.

“Aecansomdrys!” Icasondra directed her rage at her.

Then instantly blushed as she remembered that Alta's body was a perfect copy of hers. That kicked her brain into overdrive, picking Alta’s hand and the new dress and furiously guiding her to one of the dressing rooms in the shop.

“Don’t come out until you are changed!”

“Understood.” Alta's muffled voice came from the other side of the door.

“By the way, why was she fully naked?” Aecansomdrys asked, resting her head on her palm.

“The undergarments!” Icasondra realized. “Not again!”

“Your brain is lightheaded as always.” The tailor laughed. “Alta, wait a minute, don’t dress up yet, you need to put on the panties.”

“What are panties?” The Blossomflame fairy cried from the dressing room.

“Undergarments, as this lewd fairy calls them.” Having insulted Icasondra, Aecansomdrys went her merry way into the back store.

Me, lewd? The Moonlight fairy was taken aback. I’m the unlewdest person to ever exist! I’m of Light, I am purity itself! Though she kept the discussion to herself.

The tailor didn’t even need a minute and brought with herself simple white panties. She opened the door and Alta picked up the piece of clothing.

Fairies needed to protect her private parts, it was only logical because their clothes had to be designed as open as possible thanks to their massive wings, in proportion to their size.

“Done,” Alta said.

“Alright, then show us your style!” Aecansomdrys said with enthusiasm, salivating to see the fairy in her new attire.

And her expectation was justified.

As the door from the dressing room opened, the two fairies were able to see the finally clothed Blossomflame fairy. Her dress was red as her hair, yet the fabric had been adjusted so the ends of the dress took the same leaf-like shape of her wings. Aecansomdrys hadn’t lied about giving floral undertones to the dress, as it was tied to the body with dried roots that only exacerbated the color.

Alta, the Blossomflame fairy, seemed an incarnation of Life, fire, and autumn.

The red dress was slightly swayed by the flapping of Alta’s wings, and whilst the practically newborn fairy was unable to take flight, the wind created by the fluttering swayed her red hair and dress mystically.

Icasondra was reminded of how Alta had shifted into a fairy for the first time yesterday, and she only had the same thought.

“You are gorgeous!” Though her friend stole the words from her mouth.