[center]Once she felt that she gazed at herself in the clean mirror enough, Ellie knew she made a choice and she glanced at the shopkeeper, taking the prices from him. Thankfully, she'd packed enough [b]wramoras[/b] for the reasonable price that turned out to be her total until she picked out the rest of her requirements. A currency exclusive to only Asnye citizens, she made sure to bring enough for her shopping spree, and for any extra objects she found particularly fascinating. A hoarder by nature. 

"[b]Thank you, Mr. Lindhall. I'll take things from here,[/b]" she smiled at him with a curt nod, and waited for him to leave her to herself before she began to look around the way she usually would on her own. That meant staring at the mannequin before her, cocking her head to the side as she turned, attempting to tie her belt around the middle and give it a stylish shape. When she felt she was quite done with that, still unable to master them perfectly by just looking, she began to stand on her tiptoes to inspect the collars, still not quite tall enough to see them clearly. 

These were certainly new, unmatched styles of clothing, and not many of them existed in Asnye. Only the usual collar filled the stores since clothing was, although a necessity, not really important in terms of style. Which made Ellie-Mai long to go somewhere else, treat her eyes to a change after spending 14 years in the same country. But those had a new touch. She enjoyed that. It felt unique to be wearing something like this, and she made a mental note to learn these styles if she ever got free time at the school. For now, though, she settled with looking for something similar in the racks, until she found what easily caught her eyes. Remembering where Mr Lindhall pointed out the changing 'rooms', she walked over to one and closed the curtain behind her. 

As soon as she entered the closed off space, she already began to feel suffocated as if she entered an entirely new realm, and she realized she had a new fear after all. Closed spaces. Even if it wasn't [b]that[/b] closed off, she began to rush her changing, taking off her dress and wearing her under-robe of choice with her black wool robe over it. It wasn't too tight nor too big for her, and once again it was a perfect fit, almost like magic was attached to these clothes, easily detecting the wearer's size as soon as they wear it. She felt amused at the thought, grinning lightly, before she flipped her hair to the side to adjust her collar. Perfect. 

Ready to finally leave the changing space, she changed back to her dress, the three sets of black wool robes and three sets of under-robes to accompany them over her arm. Afterwards, she turned her constantly divided attention to the gloves and boots. Picking out the black ones that felt more like wool than leather, she tried them on. Once again, perfect size, and warmed her up to the point of sweating. So, she took them on her other free hand, walking out to the counter where she came at the start, eyes immediately catching the familiar Mr Lindhall.. and [i]someone new[/i]? She raised a brow, tentatively approaching with her items still in hand.[/center]