There were only a few weeks left before the dress was due to be delivered to Tasslehoffl.

After a long and wonderful night, the small one had risen late that morning with two things on her mind: Panther...and the dress that was about to be late.

While he slept, she worked on the dress. She sat on the flooring before the small hearth and had all of the dress' bits and pieces down there with her, surrounding her in dark green and cords and ribbing, and tassels of black.

S'jira did not dare to hum and disturb him, but she did stop more than a few times to watch 'dar as he slept. Her heart was so full at times now that he could distract her with a glance or set embers aflame with the merest of touches.

Again, she smiled as she finished with the bodies of Kitty's dress. The slitted panels of the dress' skirt were worked on next. It was nothing to hurry with. It was a dress meant for a woman that was strong, forward, and needing agility for circumstances unknown.

The small one loved the idea of it, the look of it. It was nothing that she would have ever worn for self, but already envisioned it on the feline woman and hoped it would not only please her but her husband, Tasslehofl.

Mirth was barely contained, kept in the form of a smile and hands were busy for at least another hour or more.

All the while, she thought of Panther while he slept. There was wish to do more for him, with him. Already there was thoughts of travelling for the mountains or to dance for him in a new set of silks. Anything that might please him and touch that heart of his further.

She ducked down a little, to see if the box was still under the bed and smiled. Perhaps when he woke, his senses would not be so acutely of her and he would know that it was there by the scent of it.

The scent of the box was pine, unlike any of the other woods in the room. Three sides of it were dove-tailed together and the lid of it was hinged. There was no latch or lock since there was thought to be no need for them on it. And in the box was a myriad of items: A braided, long lock of her hair, a new sheathe and a hunting blade, and a tunic of simple grey that would fit him when he was in his other form. On the inside, bottom hem unseen to the public, she had stitched three flower petals like she had done on all of her clothing. It was as good as a signature by her the way the petals were done.

Then she sat up a bit again and continued with working on the dress. Perhaps in a while, he would wake. If he did not find it for himself, she would gift it to him.

Here and there, items had been requested made by her hand.

It surprised s'jira every time someone approached her to have something made for that person or someone that they knew.

Touch worked with cloth, beads, and leather like some worked with wood, steel, and other things. But ithe small woman had no formal training in such a thing. What she did came from the heart. Stitches were put to tears and hems of cloth to repair them and garments were made to the best of her ability for self and others.

Madison had come to her the night before. Eyes had seen her in the common room of the Red Dragon before, but 'jira had never met her. A horse blanket had been asked for by Madison to give to someone who had been there for her. S'jira could not be happier than to make such a thing. A horse blanket with the symbol of the Tree of Life, the sun upon it in part -- not so bright or harsh. S'jira imagined it with a few birds amongst it branches, too.

After speaking about it for a little while, Madison had given her the paper money to acquire cloth and else. S'jira had not waited long before she had left the inn to head for the market place to acquire cloth, threads and more for the commission, as the woman had called it. By midday, the small woman was back within the gentle walls of the ancient inn and had started on the creation that she hoped would take only a week's time.