The fabrics here are much more familiar, in an odd sense because while he doesn't truly REMEMBER objects from Before, there are just fragments here and there that seem to fall into place.

"Feel free to look about, touch anything you'd like," pipes up a voice from beyond a shelf of folded woolen pants, stacked neatly. "I can make adjustments on some things, others have to be custom cut..."

Skellig runs his fingertips across a fine-woven wool shirt, then spots what it is the tailor is currently pinning into shape...it is a coat. A true coat, one that would fall to mid-thigh on his frame (he prefers mid-calf, it hides the tips of his wings) and Kreyu will be able to sense his surge of WANT as it floods his mind.