Vista.:.17
Vista looked around the place she was standing. It was in front, as she had woken up quite early to get this spot. She sighed, looking down at her skirt, it was made by herself. She fixed one ruffle that was out of place. It was purple, almost indigo. It looked vintage, as it had flowers on it and a tan belt at the top. She had a plain black tank top on, store bought. She was wearing no shoes, and rarely ever did. Her hair was tied back, reaching her waist in a cascade of loose red curls. As her emerald eyes scanned the crowd, she realized how small and skinny she was. Dainty. That was the word. She was dainty compared to everyone she knew. But she didn't mind.
The crowd suddenly gasped, and she quickly spun around, seeing the beautiful pastel faerre walk out from behind the curtain. Once she was able to squeeze past a couple other people, she walked up to the faerre. "Hello, my name is Vista. I am also a tailor and am also quite dainty. I would be honored and excited if you decided to come live with me. I could show your ask different fabrics and patterns. I would love it if you came with me. Thank you for your time." She finished, backing up a few steps to let everyone else talk to her.








