[Pants for exercising... That would be something much easier to move in than the standard stiff trousers men seem to fancy up there. Luckily, the cavedwellers value freedom of movement much more. Soren and Momo move closer and closer to the stalls.
A young spinster waves in enthusiastic greeting from her stool at the corner of the enclosure with one of her many arms as she busies the rest of them with weaving her gold silken shawl. Soren glances around and... indeed, sees quite a few arachne-tailored articles: sleeves and legs for days. But it's also immediately obvious that they carry clothes meant for those with fewer limbs... or even those with no limbs at all. (?!?) Other arachnes perch about engaged in conversation, but witches, too. Their attention drifts to the fascinating pair of oddly-dressed customers, conversation hushing and petering out as a new topic of interest takes over.
Soren scarcely regards them save for a quick exchange of looks and gets right to shopping, focusing his attention on loose silken pants, a frosty lilac hue flattered by the quartzlight. This inspires him to glance up and down Momo's body and quickly try to size up a rough idea of what to look for should he chance upon anything that suits his current wants while he rifles through their selection, as he doubts he'll find anything for himself so easily. As he detaches from his side, he runs his hand down his arm to sneak a quick feel, though it looks and feels and doubles as an affectionate reluctance to part. The shopkeeper seems to have decided that she'd rather talk to Momo, bright and hospitable as she acknowledges him as a rare visitor from a faraway place and expresses that she would be delighted to help a cutie like him find something nice to wear.
Soren's flirt detectors have activated. Wow, already? He offers a pointed sidelong glance and mentally readies himself in case it gets to any truly uncomfortable level where he'll need to stage an intervention. Only the others seem to notice...]
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[Pants for exercising... That would be something much easier to move in than the standard stiff trousers men seem to fancy up there. Luckily, the cavedwellers value freedom of movement much more. Soren and Momo move closer and closer to the stalls.
A young spinster waves in enthusiastic greeting from her stool at the corner of the enclosure with one of her many arms as she busies the rest of them with weaving her gold silken shawl. Soren glances around and... indeed, sees quite a few arachne-tailored articles: sleeves and legs for days. But it's also immediately obvious that they carry clothes meant for those with fewer limbs... or even those with no limbs at all. (?!?) Other arachnes perch about engaged in conversation, but witches, too. Their attention drifts to the fascinating pair of oddly-dressed customers, conversation hushing and petering out as a new topic of interest takes over.
Soren scarcely regards them save for a quick exchange of looks and gets right to shopping, focusing his attention on loose silken pants, a frosty lilac hue flattered by the quartzlight. This inspires him to glance up and down Momo's body and quickly try to size up a rough idea of what to look for should he chance upon anything that suits his current wants while he rifles through their selection, as he doubts he'll find anything for himself so easily. As he detaches from his side, he runs his hand down his arm to sneak a quick feel, though it looks and feels and doubles as an affectionate reluctance to part. The shopkeeper seems to have decided that she'd rather talk to Momo, bright and hospitable as she acknowledges him as a rare visitor from a faraway place and expresses that she would be delighted to help a cutie like him find something nice to wear.
Soren's flirt detectors have activated. Wow, already? He offers a pointed sidelong glance and mentally readies himself in case it gets to any truly uncomfortable level where he'll need to stage an intervention. Only the others seem to notice...]