[h2]Efander Amdel[/h2]

With the men now cleared out--which was a strange thing to care about, and as a lifelong traveller, Efander normally [i]wouldn't[/i] have cared for who was around... albeit that would no doubt be more problematic going fourth--the sage wasted no time in completely removing her oversized robes. The material was good, and if there had been one unnecessary thing sealed away with him, it was extra materials. The need for clothing repairs was almost constant, after all...

Heedless of whether Sylphie had in fact left or not, Efander's hands blurred into action, pleased at least by one change: some of the fine needlework seemed a [i]lot[/i] easier now, and her eyes were better at focusing on the close stitching. Ah, to be able to enjoy youth once again--though hopefully not this much youth for too long; it would be terrible if she didn't grow properly into adulthood once again.

With her modifications complete, Efander turned her attention to the all important last step: self-observation. It was all well and good speed-tailoring and demonstrating some capability as a cobbler, too, but what good was it if you couldn't check how good it was? Fortunately, this was a good opportunity to check that her abilities hadn't been damaged in some way. Focus on water, colour the mana... and start rubbing a wall [i]really fast.[/i]

The stone now gleaming a mirrored shine, the white-haired sage inspected herself in its damp surface as much as possible. A bit more adjustment to the sizes once she had a proper mirror on hand, perhaps? The sleeves were quite loose. But the outfit was, dare she say it, [i]cute[/i], and calling back on the last time she had allowed her hair to grow to such a length, tied it out of the way. Which left...

Ah, those eyes. Of course, Sylphie was to blame.

Dodging the rock that had chosen [i]that moment[/i] to fall from the season, the sage turned and ran after the others, wanting to catch up. What was the sense in splitting up and going it alone so soon after waking?