Apartment Two, Builing Six on Weavers Way, Jasper Tinsfield

[Eulia]

"Wait! Morgana wanted us for the skirts" Eulia said. She scrambled to her feet and bounded ahead of Anna swinging herself down to the back stairway again.
She burst into the house and saw Morgana at the window.

"Mogana dearest, you needed me?"

[Morgana Roberts]

Morgana looked up from the laudary. "Yes, I did." she put aside one of Jasper's shirts and went to go get her basket of supplies. She walked back and sat down. She pulled out two skirts. "Here, Lia, put this on, so I can hem it."

"Here you go Anna. See if this is the way you like it. I made a new one out of the measurements of your old skirt. See if that fits, dear."

[Anna Strange]

"That's... uhm... pretty..." Anna said, feeling over the cheap cotton with the tips of her fingers. "I suppose that Sam and I are matching then..."

[Eulia]

Eulia pulled the skirt on. As she looked down a grimance spread over her face. The skirts hung a good inch and a half over her boots. While Morgana was paying attention to Anna she wriggled her skirt lower on her hips to make them look longer. Like a mischevious child she held a giggle in.

"You two are always matching, Anna." she stated when her skirts were settled.

[Anna Strange]

"That's not true," Anna replied distractedly, "Remember that time last year when those nobs came to the Dove, along with some man who looked like the prince, and then we had to put on a show immediately for them, without a script or anything, and as it turned out the man who looked like the prince wasn't really the prince?" She laughed to herself a little in remembrance - she would never forget Eulia's very impressive, long, dramatic speech about absolutely nothing - of course, the nobs hadn't known, they were to confused about the entire sequence of events to bother with something so minute as a soliloquy.

"Where'd that come from anyway?" she asked.

[Morgana Roberts]

Morgana shook her head as the two talked. She pulled out her sewing pins and turned and sat next to Eulia on the floor. "Lia dear, do you have this on properly, or are you trying to get it an inch or two longer again..." she said sternly. "I won't have your tricks like last time." She said standing up and walking over to her trunk and pulled out her mesuring rope. "This time, you don't have Aiden here to make a mess so I'm no paying attention." She teasing the girl as she started measure the bottom of the skirt to make sure she hemmed it in the right place.