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Trin pulled her vehicle into a marked spot outside a shop with a pretty script over the doorway. She got out, and Kana followed her example, finding the handle and opening the door. There was a bit of a tangle with her skirts, so she kicked free, and Trin waited patiently for her until she was free of the karros and standing on the paved walk.
“I think Mirbella will have something to say about your fashion choices.”
“Why?”
Trin beckoned for her to follow her into the shop. “She is a firm believer in the function of clothing being considered first and the form following it. I don’t think that skirts are for you.”
They walked into a showroom with clothing suspended on artificial people. Kana stared at the figures and cocked her head. She reached out to touch one, and Trin took her hand. “No touching. You can ask to see things, but no touching until Mirbella says it is all right.”
Kana nodded and folded her hands together. “Yes, ma’am.”
The woman who approached them bowed low to Trin and looked at Kana expectantly. “Are you new to the city, miss?”
“I am. Yes. Just here visiting a cousin.” She smiled.
Trin snorted and grabbed her hand, hauling her along. “We have an appointment with Mirbella.”
“Of course, madam. This way.” The woman put herself in front of the dragon, paused, and then seemed to have realized what she was doing. She stepped aside and bowed.
A woman came out of the back of the shop and smiled. “Trin. Is this your... cousin?” The woman was grinning.
“It is. Kana, this is Mirbella, the most adaptable seamstress in the capital. Mirbella, this is Kana. The first of my cousins to make her way here.”
Mirbella reached out and took Kana’s hands in her own. Kana felt a surge of something against her skin she didn’t understand and felt her skin heat quickly where the other woman was touching her.
The woman let her go and looked at Trin. “I think I am going to have my work cut out for me.”
Kana blinked, and Trin urged her to follow as they retreated into a private workroom. A flurry of measurements was invasive, but when she was put into a set of leggings, a short skirt, a shirt, and a bodice, she looked in the mirror and grinned. She saw herself, and in that moment, she felt like she was getting an idea of who she was going to become. It was definitely another new experience.
Mirbella worked out a list of necessary clothing for a wardrobe and agreed to put a rush on it. “Don’t worry. Your clothing has been fire-treated and should shift as you do.”
“You can do that?” Kana was surprised.
Trin grinned. “That is why she’s the best. Now, we have to head to get your documents and make sure you are nice and legal.”
“Is that important?” She honestly didn’t know.
“It really is. Once you have your documentation, you are protected with the rights of citizenship. It lets you vote and lets you go to the peacekeepers for help.”
Kana frowned. “I don’t think I will need help.”
“Fine, but they will be able to call me, and I can come and see that you don’t need help.” Trin grinned.
Mirbella smiled. “It was nice to see you. Please come by when you are in town again, Kana. I get the feeling that you will go through a few changes this year. I wish you all the best.”
“Thank you. It was nice to meet you.”
Trin said her goodbyes and urged Kana back through the shop and to the vehicle parked outside. “Let’s go to our next stop.”
Kana got back in the strange chair inside the metal case and strapped herself in. It was time for another fun-filled ride.
The city flew by the windows, and she took in the sights and the people as the vehicle passed them. The city was the oldest one on the continent, and the buildings reflected it. Kana smiled. It was nice that she had learned from some of Eltrinia’s books.
Twenty minutes later, they got out of the karros, and Trin smiled brightly at the sign that said “WM Books and Law.” The words books and law looked like they had been interchanged a few times. A bell chimed as Trin pulled the door open and stepped inside.
Kana followed her current caretaker and entered the shop with a focus on keeping her hands to herself.
The interior was dim, but her eyes adjusted quickly. She swept the room for life and found one. She blinked and focused. There was a man who had somehow melded with the chair he was sitting in, except he wasn’t so much sitting as woven through the spindles of the wood.
