[color=ec008c][h1]Dolce[/h1][/color]
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[indent][b][i]November 18, 3:30 PM
West commons-Tip of the needle tailor[/i][/b][/indent]

The little hum of the sewing machine ran low through the quaint shop. The mechanical whir of the needle puncturing over and over created a rhythm to the place, that it seemed even the settling dust in the windows light followed. The tiny machine was placed on a small block of wood, sitting and working with it was a to scale figure. Dolce the living doll worked on the dress recently delivered. It wasn't too much larger then she was, though still too big for her to wear. A young sprite had left here to be repaired, from what Dolce gathered, it had been ripped at the last gathering under the bridge. Something to do with a toad who needed to learn his place and a spilled drink. A small sigh left the working girl. She stopped the machine and looked up towards the door. What would only be a few steps away to most was a small walk to her, not to mention the large drop from the desktop to the ground. The building, was itself normal size, as it [i]tailored[/i] to more then just the smaller Voldoans. Small tunnels, bridges and stairs were crafted across gaps, through walls of down slopes for those of a smaller persuasion to traverse the building. Run by a feisty fairy named Greia the shop specialized in helping creatures of nearly all sizes dress well. On the opposite face of the building a much larger room, with much larger features was present for those on the other end of the size scale. 

Dolce had been taken in a few months back, and had been working there ever since. She lived in a small room in the back, nestled behind a bookshelf and some hefty novels. She didn't leave the building often, not without her friend at least. It could get dangerous in the streets for someone so...Well you probably get an idea. Today though seemed to be special, as Dolce stood from her seat and stretched her joints, some making audible creaks. She took up the dress and waked it over to the small hanger where it could be stored. She would finish it tomorrow...For now, she needed some company. Exiting through the scaled door next to the main entrance, she was outside. Sticking close to the walls and out fo the way, she walked. Mindlessly debating on who to entertain herself with.