Who: Ariel Templeton (The Unicorn) and Storm (the Storm). When: Monday afternoon, at some point. Where: Ariel's tailoring shop. What: Storm comes to sell some of his fabrics. Rating: Presumably low.
The interior of the tailoing shop was filled with the sound of a Unicorn humming, and the buzz of a pedal-operated sewing machine. Ariel was seated at said machine, glowing lightly, carefully guiding a swatch of airy blue fabric under the needle as he worked the hem on a dress that he couldn't quite decide if he'd be able to sell or have to keep for himself. That was often the trouble when he was creating something not for a specific customer, but just because the idea sprang to his mind.
He was cheerful as his worked, and a bird, small and red, perched on the open windowsill and chirped. It made Ariel laugh. "I have no more seeds," he said, as if the bird had spoken to him in a humanoid tongue, and the unicorn shook his head with a swish swish of long white-blonde hair. "I may have some more tomorrow."
His eyes dropped to the piece he was working on, but they remained there only briefly, as he soon heard footsteps, and then the opening of the front door. Easing his foot off the pedal, the needle slowed, and then came to a stop, and Ariel turned to see who was passing through his door.
His face lit up when he realized who it was. "Hello," he greeted warmly. Ariel rose then, to properly greet Storm as the garden spirit entered. "How are you today?" The Unicorn was one of those people who, when he asked a question such as that, genuinely wanted to hear the answer.