Of Clothes and Things [Ulv]

Once again, Sylvia had found herself here. At the heart of Minatumi, she had traveled again to seek the aid of the woman named Ulv. This time, however, she had come not as someone seeking another, but as one seeking guidance. It was Ulv herself that she needed today, and if the woman declined, then it was all for naught.

Dressed in the teal regalia of the amazoness' own design, the Quincy came to the heavy door belonging to the large house on the hill. She bore no supplies, save for those hidden in the large coat. The thought had occurred to her that she might have brought a gift, but for the life of her, she knew nothing about the woman, nor what she might have enjoyed.

Well, save for something untoward.

After straightening out the wrinkles in her uniform, she reached up and knocked loudly on the wooden barricade. Once, twice... Three times. Her arms returned to their place behind her back... No, to her sides...

Why was she nervous for this, of all things?

"Miss Ulff, it's Sylvia Brauer. I haffe ein request." She called as loudly as she thought was necessary, though the woman surely knew she was there already.

As if by the grace of some gods themselves, her own question was answered almost immediately. The figure to open the door was hardly dressed at all; more wrapped in thin linens, she supposed. Even the words to come first from her mouth were flirtatious, and not in any subtle sort of way.

Sylvia felt her cheeks warm just a little before she could do aught else.

"Zadly, not." The Quincy replied with a mixture of nerves and mild amusement. She had known something like this would happen. She had prepared herself for exactly it. Still, she was in no way prepared by the time she'd stepped past the woman and into her home.

"I'm vontering if vu could schow me how vu make zeze clothes." She continued while her hands deftly set about to loosing the coat, and revealed the button down blouse she wore underneath upon its removal. With the layer of outer wear draped carefully over one arm, she turned to the woman and got right to the point. "Zee schtitching is vonterful. I'd like to know how to do zis myzelf."

Of course, she didn't get into the actual reason behind her request. What good did it do to confess to wanting such knowledge for the sake of Hollow hunting, anyways?

To tell the truth, the Quincy was a little dejected by her words. Not for the words themselves, but for the meaning behind them. She knew there was more to the cloth than simple technique by itself, and if she wasn't stubborn, then she was nothing at all.

"Bleaze." Sylvia continued calmly. She neglected to leave the sitting room, for that would be rude, but followed Ulv as far as the doorway leading towards the kitchen. "I can bractice technique for days, veeks und months, put vu do zomething... elze. I can feel it." Her arms crossed in front of her, letting the coat hang, folded and cared for from one of them.

"I vant to know vat." For a second, she hesitated and hung on the next thought. The words were right on the tip of her tongue, but an entire trip's worth of mental preparation had done little to make this any easier. "I'm villing to make... ein trade."

"I azure vu, dedicazion und vill are zings I haffe enough of." She responded after accepting the cup, and was careful not to spill any of the tea as she laid the coat across the back of a seat. She was more at ease around the woman than during their last meeting, but still reluctant to let herself be touched.

So, she did her best to keep the coffee table between them.

"If I could chust vatch for ein little vile, I pelieffe I could learn vat I'm mizing myzelf." She waited until her host had seated herself to do the same, but the smell of the tea was quite tantalizing. "Ve aren't as nadurally hinclined to uze... reiryoku." Admittedly, the word was rather difficult to pronounce in any convincing way, still. "It's different from reischi. I hobe zat vatching zomeone like yourzelf vork might giffe me hinzight.

"Vat do vu zay?" Her nerves still twitched, and she had her doubts about just what might come of all this, but her heart and mind were decided that this was what she needed. "Ein little of mein time for yours. Nothing more." Sylvia looked the woman in the eyes as she finished, a somewhat teasing smirk beginning to bloom in the corner of her mouth. "Pezides, aren't vu curious vat I indend to make?"

To say that the Quincy was dejected was the least of her concerns, by now. Her body tensed the very moment the creature had spawned into being, and the senses she had closed herself off from since entering the city sprung open once again. Immediately, the disorienting intensity of the reiatsu belonging to the denizens of Minatumi hit her...

Or, did that belong to Ulv herself?

Her body moved of its own accord from that moment onward. Without thought or reason, she jolted back, one hand frantically pulling a hidden seele schneider from its pocket in the coat; upon panicked activation, it had even cut a wide tear in the fabric. Her left conjured her bow, where it rest heavily on the floor and aimed its buzzing ammunition directly for the beast...

No, for Ulv...

The beast.

Ulv!

Sylvia's eyes stared widely, empty of all but the pure, abject terror that filled her. The kind of fear that was known only by instinct, driven by a timeless feud that coursed through her veins. Light blue lines etched themselves across her skin, as every ounce of power was drawn from wherever she knew. Even the cloth of her leiden hant was pulled taut, tugged at by strands of reishi but not removed; not quite yet.

Yet, she couldn't fire. Her right hand trembled, unable to loose the weapon. Coming here had been a mistake, she knew. Her blood had been warning her from the very beginning, not to so much as let herself be touched. And... And, this monster was friendly with even the Vandenreich leadership?

Her head spun. Her heart beat so loudly in her ears that she thought she might have gone deaf.

"I'm leaving..." She finally spoke with a shaking voice, in her natural tongue. Slowly, ever so cautiously, she stepped towards the door.