“I still can’t believe how quickly you got my dress done,” Myrtle observed once the giggling fit had died down.
She smoothed down the hem of the sheer silver dress that just brushed her knees. The silk like smoothness rippled down her back and caressed her shoulders.
“Oh our artisans are always ready for a challenge,” K’atst said. He skittered around the desk admiring the dress with happy chirps. “It was really quite easy to re-purpose the industrial factors to make a pleasing clothing material.”
“Well it was deucedly convenient,” Myrtle said firmly. She held out her elbow in the traditional human manner. “Now of course since you invited me for a night out on the town it falls to you to escort me.”
“It would be my pleasure,” K’atst said lowering his head down and raising his arms up in a sweeping bow.
He tittered happily, ruining the dignity of the moment, before darting over and leaping into the crook of her arm. Myrtle grinned and slipped her purse onto her shoulder. She slipped into the glimmering slippers also provided by the Trick merchants and strode out of the door of her small apartment. The heavy night air embraced her and she paused a moment drinking in the ambiance of the thriving city around her. Towering silvery buildings stretched two and three stories above her. Of course in reality each building was several dozen Trisk stories high, and many, many more deep. The buildings were clearly woven around frameworks. The struts protruded, wrapped in clinging silver mesh.
“Like a forest of shrink wrapped trees,” Myrtle observed.
“Is that a strictly visible comparison?” K’atst asked.
“All right,” Myrtle said as she started out walking. “No work tonight. We agreed.”