"yes we are going to a thrift shop... maybe get you some cloths..." walks ever so steadily, his eyes never leave the groups of people, as if watching for the wrong move, his hand never leaves his side, he can still see Ayla dancing around, to herself, out the corner of his eyes.

they arrive at a small street vendor, " i guess this is their, thrift shop " a small amount of cloths are all scatter on the small vendors counters, lushes silks and tanned leather all mixed in with each other. whislter looks at Ayla " maybe you should look through it..."

Her hands pour over the fabrics her eyes lighting up with subtle joy. Fingers playing across the silks, linnens and cottons. Her face takes the look of love as she strokes over the fabrics, from the dull browns and creams to the highly saturated reds and blues. She picks up a shirt of brown with seams of bright green. She pulls it out and brings it to her face, taking a beep breath, smelling the cotton and silk. She lays it over her sholder quietly and moves to trousers. Her hands go to a cotton linnen blen of full length heavy waight trousers and lays them against her long legs to check for hight. She lays these over her sholder and pick up a rough but small strappy shirt in a dull medium brown "Done." She wispers her eyes looking longingly at a red dress. Then finaly she picks up the long wide fall of a gipsy dress marvling at the red. She smiles reaching into her pockets she produces the right amount of coin and hands it to the man grinning softly to herself.

has wandered off behind her, a small black smiths hut, he looks about as if looking for something specific, then her turns to the black smith as he teaches him to forge a new safer and stronger way to forge, " see, fold the metal, and lightly pound with a curve" watches the man as he pounds a way " this will make a lighter... stronger blade" Whislter continues to look through the hanging weapons

Slipping away behind an unused building she slips off her old shredded clothes and dons the bright red dress. She runs up behind Whislter hoping to shock him, but thinking shel probaly fail in her new happy clompy state. She colides with his mighty back knocking out all her air and lands on her ars rather painfully. She giggles letting the dust rais around her "Soo what do you think?" she tilts her head giving a cheeky wink to the black smith and pulls herself up dusting off the dirt.

She freazes letting out a moan at the weponry. Her green eyes play along the blades with abandon. Each wepon different all shiny and fresh, her lips part in wonderment. She looks at her beloved Pudao kindly stoking it before laying it down, reaching out to stroke the air around the new weapons. She spins and hugs Whislter's arm, making child like eyes at him "What are you looking for?" She gazes honestly into his eyes.

picks himself up off the ground, he dusts the dirt off as she grabs his arm " well you look like a lady, and im not looking for anything particular... just looking" watches her gaze at the weapons just like a kid in a candy store, he picks up four new throwing knives and looks at the black smith, the black smith nods as Whislter places them in four empty slots, then he pick up a sword, its curved as if it was a katana, but its wide as if a broadsword " this... is light, relativity light, here " hands it to Ayla, its only a little over four feet long and extremely light for its size

Whislter again looks at the black smith as if saying " we'll take it"

Her teeth click down lightly as she adjusts to the balance of the heavy sword. She looks up at Whislter once more before taking a delicate swing. Her hips sway suggestively as she moves around with it testing its resistance and weighing the balance of the thing. It was the biggest blade she had ever had in her hands and she relished its sweet shine. She flicked it and listened to it hum a little with good resonation. She places it back in its place with reverence before turning to the blacksmith a silly smile plastered on her face.

She looked up into Whistler's mask her hair falling bright around her. "I need to you to help me test some thing." She lifted an enquiring eyebrow and tugged on his arm.

watches her get her balance and swing, then he looks at her " sure what you need..." Whislter looks at Ayla as she tugs him out of the black smith, he follows her tug as they are out in the street now

Ayla pulled him into an abandoned building. Her hair flew out behind her, as she raced along and down into the cellar. Thankfully, this had no windows so the light was minimal. The cold made her shake, as she had become used tot he sun. Pupils widening out to completely, covering her iris. She pulled out on of his blades, without hesitation and placed it into his hand. "Can you stab this into my back gently? I do mean gently, as you are far stronger than I." her eyes creased with worrie.

She turned her back to him letting the dress fall low. "I think somethings gone wrong with my scales and I wanted to check." She braced herself against the wall, in preparation for his thrust. Her eyes closed, she wondered to herself if he would really hurt her. Shaking her head, she thought he would.

gets nice and close the body heat can be felt, he gently pushes the blade in to her back, Whislter moves closer as he pushes deeper into her back as he stops " like this?" he stops as looks at her from behind, from teh stair well it looks almost like a romantic moment but it wasnt, he stops and stpes back waiting for farther instructions.

Ayla lets out a small groan, a single tear trails down her face. "Yes" she gasps out, before whispering, "Their is something wrong." Loa her snake, spills out of her scales. It snakes round her testing and probing her. Ayla twitches occasionally in pain. She reaches round and softly places a hand over Whistler's own. She guides the knife out of her flesh, releasing a moan. Blood spews out of the cut. "P-p-please take me outside." Her eyes flutter weakly in the pain and she tries to look up at him. Eyes begging him not for death, but for life.

places her arm around his neck whislter takes her out to the sun and waits, he places the blade back his belt as he stands waiting for her to regain her self, he lightly holds the dress up for her.

Her scales take up their shine, once more in the sun. Rising in to gentle spikes, Loa slide round her wound trying to heal it. Slowly it stopped gushing, then dribbling and finally finished as an bloody mess. She felt her brain flicker back on. Her tongue flickered out cravings raving her body, till she wriggled in his arms. She looked up at him, eyes wide and once more black as night.
"You can put me down now. Only if you want to though!" Her eyes were heavy with the loss of blood. Loa moved continuously up and down, checking over and over her master. She hushed Loa with a hiss, and felt it coil up into her arm disappearing once more, becoming part of her back. Her scales raised higher, before snapping shut with a click.