Chapter 5 Here There Be Cotton

would you just pick one already. Said the maker of this word of in the distance as she marveled in the sensation of moving her new body. She sat in the middle of a field of cotton picking the fiberus seed sacks to put in a little bag to give of to one of the others who where helping make cloths.

Looking up she glanced to the right to see Onec arguing with General Pyetse one of the few to remember there old name. She did not like Pyetse to paranoid to except a gift. Then glancing to the left on the other side of the cotton field was the tailor not the TAILOR as in the tittle but the only one there to be had. The tailor a small girl with large hips full thighs that where shown of as she petaled the spinning wheal as her arms that where just the right thickness to not seem to small or to large in comparison to her legs deftly moved the cotton from a bag next to her onto the needle of the spinning wheal to be turned into thread by her hand. As her small and perky breasts bounced calling attention to the hourglass shape of her torso as she worked.

Having filled her bag with cotton she stood up and in order to add her bag to the pile she walked over to the tailor as she considered a name for herself most having forgot there name from the pain the Wyldlands had inflicted on her and her brothers and sisters.

Sallina had told them all that before the wyld they all where elves she personally found the name fun and nostalgic looking around she found Sallina as she stood tall in the regal black star speckled beauty of the tall tribe Onec called enderman Onec also said if he used the old language it would be enderwere for the men and enderwife for the girls making Sallina an enderwife eeee whatever.

Fine you know what fine you want to be like that be like that in the future when some one asks why the enderdragons have to die to lay an egg they can yell at you for making me angry. Shouted the maker of this world behind her she did not even turn around Pyetse is a brother to her but he was not her friend he can deal with his own messes. Besides she can tell the builder of this world Onec is still entertained Pyetse will just halve to dance to some one else is whims.

Finaly reaching her destination she put her bag of cotton next to the full one before reaching down to grabbing one of the empty ones. Standing up she watch the tailor for a minute before asking.

Tailor I could see your soul spark take on the shape of a Were before you dived into the vilager wife spawner can you tell me why.

Hearing the question tailor smiled and spoke as she continued to work. To answer that I will need you to answer some questions because how I answer will change depending on how much I halve to explain.

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First do you remember what you used to look like.

She did not even need to considered tailors question. Yes I even got as close as I could with the strange sliders in the spawner.

Okay second question do you remember what the other races looked like.

Did she remember what the other races looked like. Thinking about different races all she could think about was what she used to look like and how her brothers and sisters look after using the Villager enderman or blazeman spawners. So she said, No I do not.

Ok well to make this answer short some of the other races are small some are large and each one had a slightly different color plate to there skin and different body structures that I had to adjust to with different stiles and cuts to make them look and feel just perfect.

Now Your complaning that you are the only one going to be an enderdragon fine thirty two is a good starting population so you you you you and all of you yep your coming with me I need to make some crystals and eggs if I am going to make you all enderdragons.

So when I saw people going into the spawners and coming out looking so good I immediately knew I needed to show of my wares as a tailor I need a model but getting a model finding a model with just the right proportions to look good in any stile for any build not to small not to large not to thick not to thin gust enough curve in all of the right places. So I figured I had an opportunity to make my self a new body. So why not take it...

She could honestly say she was lost between tailor going on and the interesting thing going on behind her with the make of this world. Her attention had started to drift ash she considered a name for herself again. She considered herself a new person sow how about having something new in her name.

But then I come out and there are no smooth shapes just hard angle and squares even my boobs are square see said tailor as she stopped spinning thread on her spinning wheal which by the way was square as well. To grab her small breasts with her hand and started to deform them but no mater how she moved her hands her breasts continued to be square shaped in one orientation or another.

You know Tailor I think you lost her attention and since you stopped spinning I think now would be a good time to hand you this. Said Sallina as she walked over with a black square of material in her hand like it was nothing at all. Before putting it down next to tailor.

You know tailor you gave exacting instructions but are you shore this is what you wanted ask Sallina. As she put her arms around her bare flat and breast less chest endermen do not have nipples and do not lactate apparently.

Tailor looked at the block of material and pulled alittle of the top reavealing the block to be black ribbon lace as a smile creaped up her face yes this is perfect before pulling out a black stone needle and holding out her hand to Sallina and ask. You do also have some black thread yes.

In response Sallina snapped her fingers emoting that she new she was forgetting something. Before with the sound of displaced air and purple particles of light Sallina was gone only to return a few second later with another blast of displaced air and particle show to put a roll of black thread in tailors hand also square like the full bag of cotton taking op a square space.

As tailor and Sallina continued to argue she gust could not get interested in there conversation so she turned around and got back into reveling in the movement of picking cotton so that eventual she would get her own set of clothes it is cold when one of the rocks over head blocked the light form the aurora.