[color=dec156]"George is really tall.. And muscular, anddd he is really nice!"[/color] Ilya remembered the George she had met, rather being scared of him at first, to only begin to understand that he actually would never even hurt a mouse. After a moment of silence, Ilya's head turned back to Ashnor. A small flick of her ears was all that Ilya needed before speaking up, "George sent me a notice about two days ago that he was moving locations. He said he was on the other side of Honeyhome.. I just do not know where, thus I asked." The straight path wove two ways now, one left and one right. Following the directions that the non player character had given her, Ilya walked through the empty streets, arriving at a newly rennovated building. The paint and wood seemed fresh and newly finished. The smell of pain catching on Ilya's senses as she walked up the steps, pushing the door open. "Hi George!" The charming light breaching and causing her hair and Ashnor's to shine. A tall and muscular man spoke up in a booming voice, "Ilya! What a pleasure it is to see you again! Are you just checking up or are you wanting me to make you something?" The usual kindness that laced its way through George's voice made Ilya smile widely. "I was actually wondering if you could make me a cloak.. Raven black in color. Hooded.. My measurements have not changed at all." The nod that was followed set Ilya to nod back, "Oh and you do not have to work on it right now, I want to just place the order and come back to pick it up!" The confirmation made George offer food and drinks to the two of them. "Stay and chat for a bit?" Ilya looked at Ashnor, wanting him to decide. "That's up to Ashnor to decide.."
The man Ashnor saw as he walked into the shop certainly was tall, but he presumed that from Ilya's perspective, being tall wasn't very difficult. The man - George - was only a few inches taller than Ashnor himself, maybe 6 foot or so. Ashnor looked around the shop as Ilya and George got re-acquainted with each other; trying his best not to touch anything. While the shop wasn't tiny, the owner certainly fit quite a large amount of equipment in the room, tables with all sorts of equipment used for sewing, and upon those tables and around the room large swathes of fabric rested, waiting for the next time they were to be used. Hearing his name, Ashnor turns his attention back to the other two. Ilya had asked if he wanted to stay, and it looked like George was offering them food. "Oh, I suppose I could stay a while. I'm not hungry though, so I'll pass on the food." Ashnor returned to standing next to Ilya while they waited. "George seems quite professional, and you guys seem to get along quite well with each other." He had turned his head to face Ilya as he spoke, and now waited for her response.
With Ashnor having thus declined the food, Ilya agreed greedily latching onto various types of food and drinks, shoving a few bites into her mouth until Ashnor made a comment in her direction. Blinking twice before swallowing the mouth of food she had in her mouth, Ilya offered a smile. "Erhmm yeah.. We only met once.. But he is sort of a soft teddy bear.." As if to agree, George had nodded his head as he took a bite of the food he had offered to the two. "Have you ever met anyone you just click with?' That was what Ilya was referring to. How her and George clicked as friends.. How her and a few others had clicked.. Some clicking as if they would be great friends, while others... enemies. Overall, Ilya definitely looked forward to when she could click with people, it brought about a small sense of accomplishment and pride. It made her feel like the world was for her rather than against her.
Blue eyes watched as George brings out various plates, some with cheese, crackers, seasoned meats, along with various kinds of beverages, like mead or wine. Ashnor supposed that mead would be quite common in a village like this, seeing as how a major product of them was honey. Ashnor chuckles quietly as Ilya grabs hold of the different foods, popping them into her mouth. She certainly seemed hungry as she devoured the snacks. "I suppose I haven't, really. Sounds like it would be nice though, to just..." Ashnor snaps his fingers instead of speaking the word. "Who knows, maybe I'll find someone in the future who would be like that." He shrugs as the two continue to eat their food, before posing a question to George. "So George, this seems like a nice shop, but in a place like Honeyhome, I wouldn't really expect you to get all that many customers. How many would you say you do get, like as a weekly average?"
