Submission (#5241) Approved

Isabelle is beautiful and lovely, and kind and elegant and... And generous !!

At least, that's what Guerlain thinks.
The designer of the caravan is so talented, and she's always ready to help to fix any outfit and making new ones for the elnins or the kittoms of the caravan... May they stay or not in this small community.
Guerlain would love to spend more time around this precious lady nin, one of the very few in the whole caravan to understand « Beauty ».

Sometimes, he spies a bit on her when she works. It's fascinating ! Fairy fingers making pure magic, delicate fabrics, subtle patterns and colors, and in few stichs, a new outfit exists in the world, complimenting the lucky elnin's own colors and personnality.

Today, she came to visit the kittoms to offer them happis for spending more time outside and visits the cities and their markets, now that the miasma season was over.
He could hardly breathe when she gave him this gorgeous, night blue silk vest, with an embroiedery looking like his own markings on the chest.
It was beautiful.

Guerlain was quite a new kittom here since the caravan adopted him just before the miasma season. And this vest made him feel at home. It was like, he was now part of this troup.
He felt like he belonged and struggled to keep the tears inside...
He struggled even harder to express a very shy and clumsy « thank you »

He felt like floating through the day with a smile, the afternoon passed before he even noticed it and as dark was falling he thought that nothing could spoil his happiness.
Well, he was quite wrong.

Kintsu was helping Kami to tidy the kiddos camp from the paint cans Ricqlès has gave them to draw some blossoming trees from models. But the clumsy kittom stumbled on another paint can and felt into Guerlain's arms.... Maculate the dark happi with a gigantic splash of white paint covering the delicate embroiedered pattern.

He felt desesperate.
He didn't cry nor scream but he felt like his heart was compressed in his chest, ready to break into a thousand shards.
He saw Ricqlès coming at him, looking sorry and the adult tried to sooth the pain in the two kittoms hearts. He could tell that Kintsu did feel really awful.

Ricqlès told him that mistakes happens, and they are not that bad if we try to fix them.
He suggested Kintsu to escort Guerlain at the designer's caravan to apologize, explain to her what happened, and see what could be done.

And that's what they did.
At first a bit shoked, Isabelle's expression slowly changed as Kintsu was explaining everything.
She too, told the kittoms that mistakes could happened, and that it was just a piece of fabric, since nobody was hurt it was not big deal.

She sent Kintsu back, to help washing the paint on the ground while she would take care of the vest.

Guerlain assumed he had to let her the happi and started to striped it from his shoulder but she stopped him with a delicate gest of her hand and told him « follow me »

She walked away from her trailer, and then away from the camp, to enter the streets of Elenion.
Guerlain didn't know what to do, or say... So he stayed silent and walked close to the lady, as she evolved into the busy paths where street lamps, heavily decorated with flowers, were lighted up.
Was it a merchant streets ? There were so much shops.

He knew a bit the place under daylight, as Ricqlès always made sure that the kittoms visited every city the caravan reached, but under the night sky and the lanterns... It was something different.
Isabelle bought them some juice and a white lantern and walked the kittom through the streets, waving at some other nins here and there. She seemed to know a lot of people around.

The old stone walls of this medieval city, the colorfull tiles of the roofs and this explosion of white and pink flowers on every trees... Everything looked so different at night. So colorful, so warm, so living. The blossoming trees reflected the colors of the lanterns placed around them, making them look as some big rainbowy coton candies between the cosy shops.

They walked until they entered a park. It looked like a sort of forest, even if he could see afar, the glowing silhouette of a medieval castle above the trees.
It was far darker than the rest of the city, only few white lights bording the stone path helped to see where to walk.
But it was calm and peaceful.

She finally stopped at an bench and invited the kittom to sit.

Few minutes passed in silence, Guerlain was sipping his juice, not knowing what the adult wanted from him when... he noticed.
His eyes grew accustomed to darkness and he saw the moonlight through the blossoming branchs. He started to see stars too and stared at the delicate view.

With a gentle smile and a soft voice she told him.
- You probably know that nothing can be done to wash this paint away from the silk. But when I saw the stain and spots on it... It remembered me this place.

Guerlain looked at the stain on his vest... Yes the pattern was mostly covered now but... indeed. The white and bigger patch could look a bit like a blossoming tree from above, and all the small spots could evoque white petals falling... Or even some stars for the smaller ones.

She lighted her lantern and it became even more obvious, as the light illuminated the blooming trees around them under this so blue and so dark sky.
The contrast was impressive... And beautiful.

- Night sky and pure white flowers. It looks like you.

Guerlain wasn't sure what color he showed when he blushed... But he knew for sure that he was blushing.

- I can make you another vest if you want. It won't take very long.
But... Maybe we can both transform this one instead. To make it look like the blossoming trees under the night ? I could teach you how to embroider and we could work on it together.
It would be far longer of course... But I don't know, it could be nice too. What do you think ?

From this day, Guerlain spent more and more time with Isabelle, learning with a lot of serious everything she could teach him about sewing, embroider and anything else.

They also took the habit to walk around on evenings for inspiration... And Faerindell, especially at night, will always have a special place in his heart.
It will always be « home » for him.