"So these spider shifters. Eight legs, weaving silk, and they willingly made clothing for the foxes?"
"They were usually happy to make clothes for anyone. They loved the challenge of measuring and architecting perfection draped over all forms… with an absurd amount of pride in their craft."
Edgar's laugh was warm. The sort that made the room feel smaller - or your distance to the person closer - in the way that good company often does. He'd taken to asking about my world with an unhurried and genuinely interested sort of curiosity.
"I remember one time the royal tailor even asked me if I would consider starting some business just so he had access to a new set of requests for uniforms. A spider silk garment from him was considered one of the highest honors you could be gifted, but well, he was reaching out to everyone just so he had more and varied work."
"Sounds like a person who really loved what they did."
