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quickly, only this
time it was more unorganised; people were pushing and forcing their way to the
front, in order to get their sugary delights. I opted not to have any, although
they looked rather tantalising; do not want to be putting on any weight now.
    After everyone had finished
epically quenching their appetites, I followed Operk out of the meeting place,
casually striding back to the main centre of the village.
    He had a petite stall attached to
the front of his home, presenting a varied selection of his latest garments; it
was a modest store, but it was laid out elegantly; the clothes were folded impeccably,
not a crease, or a stray thread in sight. The assortment of both male and
female clothing was equal in proportions, so as not to offend. Occasionally he
would spray perfumes in and around his clothes, trying to lure susceptible
individuals in, as well as keeping the clothing smelling fresh. Judging by the
appearance of the villagers, they were not too keen on separating themselves
from the sheeple; perhaps this was his challenge, a personal goal to bring a
new brightly decorated era to the clothing of Yilesul.
    By this time it was mid-day, the
sun was idly waiting for the evening to set in, the rustling of the leaves was
somehow soothing, listening as the birds tittered to each other in a rhythmic
manner. Operk had just entered into his home to gather his supplies; no grace
was permitted through this, it was as though he was plundering the treasure of
a discarded fortress; it must have been an unsightly mess in his home, never
before had I heard so much banging and clanking.
    After a short period Operk
emerged; in his grip was a selection of materials, a small sewing carriage box
made of finely cut cherry-wood, as well as a creased leather pouch, overflowing
with sequins.
    “Now Avis, I have many ideas, but
little time, so let us not be selective; tell me, what colours do you like? ”. Operk said in an exhausted tone.
    Looking at the materials, lilac,
pink, mustard yellow, none of these would suit my tastes, especially mustard,
good lord no…; in the end I settled for an opal red. The material was soft,
laid atop of a thick woven fabric for strength and warmth; deciding not to have
any sequins, I handed back the material of choice to Operk.
    Opening his sewing box, he pulled
out a folded measuring tool.
    “Open your legs and reach out
your arms”.
    He began to measure me, noting
down the sizes on a piece of parchment to his right.
    “ Now , come back to me in a
few hours when the sun begins to set and I shall have it ready for you; perhaps
you could go see some of the other villagers? ”.
    “Thank you Operk, I appreciate
your kindness”.
    Walking back towards the dwelling
I was first taken to, Jonule happily approached me, smiling as he often did.
    “My, my Avis, did you enjoy the
celebrations, they were marvellous, were they not? My people will stay happy
for a long time; the fun, the food, the laughter, it brings joy to me to see”.
    “Yes and I am pleased that you
did not slaughter me when I arrived”. I said with a touch of sarcasm.
    A huge smirk crept across his
face, his lips tightening, then a sudden burst of laughter ensued.
    “Oh my Avis, you are a comedian
at will, do not worry, although I like the taste of freshly baked human, I have
had my fill for today ”. Jonule winked at me, giving me a feeling of
uneasiness.
    “Now my dear, I have arranged a
dwelling for you to stay in, it was home to one of my dearest of friends, but
he has chosen to leave us for another adventure; please , come in”.
    My dwelling was situated next to
Jonules. It was roughly sized to about half of his, but I much preferred the
homely feeling, rather than a large void of luxury, without a personality. A
plaque was perched to the left of the door with my name etched into it; as was
the same with others, so as not to confuse. A rokson bird, also smaller than
the other, sat perched; a small bed had been prepared, the