Somehow Whisper always ran out of just exactly what she needed. The fact that of course she only noticed that something was missing when she actually needed it did not occur to her. Karine may have said something to exactly that affect just the other day when Whisper had gone on about her favorite shears being too dull but Whisper had only glared at her sire before making a note to make it to the fabric store before it closed. Being a vampire could sometimes be more trouble than it was worth when it came to not venturing out in the sunlight. It worked for the fashion industry but for purchasing things - and certain things she preferred to purchase herself instead of just having Tilly do it for her. Girl was useful, true, but simply not to be trusted with every last little thing.
Besides, she enjoyed the store. It was a place like this where she had found Rowan and after she picked up the scissors she needed she began browsing the fabrics to see if there were any that might be useable for an idea she was vaguely toying with. Her dark eyes scanned over the scarce other few in the store. No, there were none that were familiar to her and even worse, none that had even a hint of a scent that was attractive. Silly humans with their blood. Sighing to herself she allowed her gaze to linger on a particularly dark-haired girl who seemed almost as though she were not all there. And she had a sketchbook. Whisper felt a slight flaring of jealously at the idea of another designer and started towards her almost before she knew what she was doing.
"Hello," Whisper greeted as she glanced at the book, surprised at what she found. That was not all that bad. "Fledgling designer, perhaps?"