Closer to the carriage, it was easier to see the girl's disarray, even without any light. Focusing on her sales pitch at first and not her appearance, Morgana remarked, "That is a lot of work you have done, and all alone?" Her gaze dropped briefly to her sleeve and she smiled faintly as she added, "And yes, it is. The finest silk, in fact, imported from..." Morgana paused and lifted her eyes, piercing through the darkness to the stitch witch as she finished, "Well I wonder if you could tell me that?"
Most of the silk in Fae Woods came from either Bharata or Zhongguo, but any seamstress or stitch witch worth her salt could easily tell from which realm the silk originated, if allowed close inspection. Morgana's dress was made of silk from Zhongguo, from a very specific small village that, in Morgana's opinion, created the best silk to be found- and she was very picky about such things.
In the darkness of the carriage, she turned to lean over, picking up a darkened lantern. The turn of her head hid the brief fiery flare in her eyes as she cast a tiny spell, lighting the lantern before bringing it into view. Now the stitch witch could fully see Morgana's dress, along with her regal, beautiful countenance; just as Morgana could see just how filthy the young witch herself had become. "Oh, dear child... how long have you been out in these forests?"