A New Weapon

One evening, a little winged person and a tall winged person walk together into the Artisan's Guild. The tall winged person looks around briefly before heading for the counter. 

"Sup, Sylvia. Zuiigri around? I may have a project for him if he's willing." Storm points over her shoulder at the little winged person with her. "It's for my new friend here. I think he should come meet her anyways."

Sylvia looks down at Nill with a grunt and turns to head through the entrance to the back of the shop. Storm looks down at the pixie.

"My friend Zuiigri is a pretty amazing smith so I'm certain he can make something for you." Storm tilts her head. "You've probably never met a beastkin. Well, he's part wolf. Wolf, okay? Not dog or anything. He's part wolf and that's important. See, it's rude to call him a dog, like it's rude to call my kind lizards and your kind... It's rude is all I'm getting at. But anyways, he's a good dude. I'm sure he'll help us out."

Nill gives Storm a nod in acknowledgment.

“I will be calling him Zuigrii. Do not have the worrying.”

As she looks around, her posture tightens, shoulders drawing in just slightly. Though her face remains perfectly neutral, her wings twitch in small, restless flicks at each sound coming from somewhere in the guild.

“It is having the loud here…” she adds quietly, retreating a small step behind Storm.