Pyzis smiled when she finally had a name to go with the kind stranger. When her brother Justice came up and introduced himself she couldn't help but beam. It wasn't often that she was greeted so formally, especially when she usually met people for the first time when they were on their death beds. There wasn't time for formalities when saving lives. Not to mention most of them weren't coherent enough to tell them their names.

"Nice to meet you Rizka and Justice, there is no need to greet me so formally. I'm Pyzis and I was just asking your sister here if you wouldn't mind helping me with my things to the inn when you are finished shopping. I would feel better if I knew you two had a warm place to stay and some clothes more fitting for this weather." she said kindly. 

"Also, Rizka said you may know of a place I could find a gift for a Goddess. This is my first time in Adeluna and I'm afraid I haven't found anything fitting. She mentioned you had been here before and may remember a place that would sell something worthy of Angela." she asked as she turned to face Justice. He was a slender man, much like Rizka but with much lighter hair. His clothing had obviously seen better days and she was sure that the journey here must have been a bitter one. The climate here was not a forgiving one, to say the least.

"If you help me with my things I would be very willing to at least pay you with a hot meal. If you would let me I'd pay for your room too." Pyzis offered, hoping that Justice would accept. She knew what it was like trying to stand on your own after a tragedy. It was always difficult to let someone assist if all you had left was your pride. She didn't even know what had happened to these two, but it was obvious they had ben through hardship. It was the least she could do to ease their burden even a little.

Justice stood from his bow and draped an arm around Rizka in the playful yet protective way he always did. She never seemed to mind it, so he didn't even think about it now. He surveyed Pyzis for a moment, trying to get a read on her. She seemed a good sort, kind, and even had a look that reminded him much of one of his other sisters. He could feel Rizka's gaze on him, hoping that he would accept.

"Well, as far as the gift goes, my memory is a little fuzzy, but I think I can help you out with finding something. If not me, then Rizka can come up with ideas if my ideas are not satisfactory," he replied. "I wouldn't think of asking you for any sort of payment, but we both would be willing to help you with your purchases," he said. "On the condition," he said raising a finger, "that you help Rizka find some proper clothes. Because I know next to nothing about women's fashions," he said with a slight laugh.

Pyzis watched the way Justice draped an arm around his sister and knew that he was protective of his younger sister. She was glad that Rizka had him to rely on. It wouldn't do to have someone as sweet as Rizka out on her own in such a large city like this. Though she had no way of telling what skills she had. Pyzis herself could wield fire and sufficiently defend herself as easily as she could heal mortal wounds. Looks were never a sure thing, nor was a shy temperament.

"How about the company instead? I've come here alone and it's the first time I've been to such a major city. The man I'm with, my….heart, he is back at Angela's Temple. This is the first time we have been apart and I find myself feeling rather lonely. I would love to have the two of you accompany me for dinner." Pyzis hesitated, trying to define her relationship with Thyme. He was certainly more than her lover, but it hadn't seemed necessary to even speak of marriage. They were just them, together in a way that was simple yet fulfilling. When she got back she would have to speak to him about it. 

"I've spent the last near two years in The Goddess Angela's realm, I'm an alchemist and fell in love with her son. Now that I'm expecting a baby I knew I would need things that weren't supplied there." Pyzis explained as she gestured to her belly. She then waved a hand to dismiss her train of thought.

"I will help Rizka, if I'm correct you mentioned performances? I'd suggest a skirt then," She moved over to a rock of full, ankle length skirts. There were two skirts, emerald green and a purple one that she deemed appropriate, before holding them up to show Rizka. "I've seen ladies around town wearing both of these colors, but these two are a little brighter. I think they would both look lovely with your dark hair." Pyzis gave her an encouraging smile, waiting for her to pick. There were more muted clothes on the rack too, but if Rizka wanted to stand out as a performer then the bright colors were the best. 

"Company, at the very least, we can give you," Rizka said happily. "You are so lucky, to have found love and have a place to call home," she said with a smile. She moved to follow Pyzis as she motioned to the rack of skirts. Rizka looked at them, and ran her hands over the soft fine fabrics. Pyzis held up two of the skirts that would have been most suitable, and Rizka looked at the rich jewel colors, her chocolate eyes looking at the purple skirt. 
"That purple one is gorgeous," she stated as she as she took the skirt in her hands and looked it up and down. It was a long skirt, that would have easily gone down to Rizka's ankles, and was definitely one that would make for wonderful twirling and spinning around. It had a gold band of trim around the hem, and had golden ivy leaf embroidery. 

"This one is perfect," she said looking up at Pyzis. She couldn't help but want to touch the skirt, it felt so soft. But she was reminded that she needed more than just a skirt and began looking for a top and shoes to go with it. 

Justice nodded in agreement about them being able to offer company for Pyzis. It would have been a true shame if such a nice young woman would have had to sit alone in a strange place. He knew all too well that it certainly wasn't safe for her. The three of them together would be far less likely to attract unwanted attention. He smiled when Rizka's eyes lit up as Pyzis showed her a pair of skirts that would have been suitable for a high-caliber performing. It definitely suited her but he could see the quality of the skirt, and it concerned him a little. When she picked out the purple skirt, and pulled Pyzis towards the blouses to find something suitable to go with the skirt, he surreptitiously moved over and checked the price tags that had been pinned to the skirt. He almost balked at the price, but didn't let on and turned so that his back was to the women and pulled out his money purse. He said a silent prayer to whatever luck demon or deities that were watching out for him and his sister and then looked into the pouch. Remarkably, there was more in it than he had thought, even mixed with the couple coins of currency from elsewhere in Canelux. He heaved a sigh of relief and tucked the money safely away again, before he turned back to the girls, a renewed vigor in his step.

"I doubt you ladies need me for this. I am going to see about finding something a bit more suitable for myself," he said, indicating to his own less than respectable garb, and he turned with a bright smile and went back to the men's clothing and began going through the clothing with a will.  

Pyzis beamed at the choice that Rizka made, it was a beautiful rich color that would make her dark hair look mysterious. The texture was so smooth that the movement of the skirt would flow increasing the grace of the movements of her slender body. The gold detail just puts the entire thing over the top. She would probably need a muted blouse, perhaps a white one that showed her shoulders or a square neck one with a necklace. Pyzis moved around to the woman's tops and pulled out a few that looked promising.

"Here are some that I would wear, they are simpler. I think since the skirt is so elaborate you can get away with something like this," she said as she held up one top that showed shoulders by a cutout and another that was square neck with billowy sleeves but gathered at the wrist. "You can tuck them into your skirt or wear a belt." 

Pyzis watched Justice out of the corner of her eye as he browsed the men's section. He seemed to approve of her attempt to get the two of them fed and sheltered for the night. Though Pyzis wouldn't know for sure until they got to the inn.

"Rizka? What is it you two do in performances, I never asked. If you don't want me to know then that's fine too." questioned Pyzis as she waited for her to pick a top. She imagined that both of them might have great singing voices and neither had an instrument on them. Though they could act or story tell for all she knew. Perhaps if she saw a sample she could hire them to do a show for Angela as a gift. That would be something a Goddess wouldn't get often, most would bring some tangible item. Pyzis worried that any actual thing she picked out wouldn't be of the right standard. With a sigh, she turned her thoughts back to the present. The sooner they got the shopping done the sooner they would all be well fed. One thing she was sure of was that growing a human being made her hungry all the time. 

Rizka looked at the white shirt with the billowy sleeves and nodded in approval. "I like this one, when with this," she picked up an over-corset, and showed it to Pyzis. She couldn't help but giggle. "I've not had fun like this for a long time," she said. "Except before it wasn't in a store, but sitting around a campfire with my sisters, and they were fitting me to mend some of their old dresses so they would fit," she said. She looked sad for a moment, but it faded quickly when she noticed Pyzis watching Justice. 

She was all enthusiasm when Pyzis asked what it was they did. "We do just about everything. We both can play just about any instrument you put in our hands, and we both sing. I dance more than Justice, but don't let that fool you. He knows how to move too, and he can tell some of the most fantastic stories," she explained. "We were part of a bigger troupe once. There were seven of us, but unfortunately, that is no more. It's hard doing what we used to do without them," she said, the sadness returning. It took her a few seconds longer to shake away that look of sadness and she looked back at Justice. 

"He works so hard to provide for us…to play and smile and make like everything is as it once was. I think he does it for me mostly," she said, finding it hard not to confide in Pyzis. She cleared her throat and put on her smile again. "He's the ideal older brother. I just wish I could do something more for him."

Pyzis watched as Rizka picked out a top and a corset to wear over it. It wasn't something she would have picked, but she also was soon to have a watermelon sized bump on her front. It was nice to watch as the other woman became more comfortable and found something of her own liking. It wasn't often that she got to help someone discover their personal style. 

"What was it like having sisters? I'm an only child and have never had a sibling to deal with, in fact, if I'm being honest I have no idea what I'm going to do with a baby." she panicked, realizing this fact for the first time. Having a child with Thyme had been a surprise for both of them, but she had always envisioned herself as a mother. Just now she was noticing her lack of actual mothering experience. Having had no siblings and having been locked away for fifty years Pyzis hadn't been around children since she herself was one. With a huff, she sat down on the chair and placed a worried hand over her small swell. 

"I guess I need to spend more time with kids if I want to be prepared for this." she wondered. Pyzis shook her head and gazed up with Rizka with a smile. It wasn't like her to let something so trivial overcome her. Then again being pregnant was something new entirely. It felt at times as if her body had been hijacked by some tiny passenger. 

"Forgive me, I'm not being a very good shopping buddy." she apologized and stood back up. When Rizka told her about what it was her and Justice did when performing she couldn't help but beam. With so much talent they would be perfect performing for Goddess Angela. Though she couldn't help but see the sadness in Rizka's eyes and she spoke of having no troupe to perform with. If Rizka had spent time around a fire with her sisters, she must have performed with them also. 

"What happened to your sisters Rizka?" she asked solemnly. It was obvious to Pyzis that the two newcomers had befallen some sort of tragedy lately. Perhaps it had something to do with their previous troupe or their sisters. If they were alone it could be as simple as them getting married off, but that look in Rizka's eyes spoke of something darker. It was in Pyzis' nature to help as much as she could. If she could heal a broken body with a single tear, she felt obligated to fix other problems no matter how large. 

"Having siblings is completely different than having a child, I think… unless I suppose you are the eldest sibling and you are taking care of a sibling who is young enough to be your child," Rizka commented. "Having sisters was… infuriating, and frustrating and I never got anything new. But they were always there to sing and dance with me, to do my hair and help me make my clothes. They were always there to cheer me up when I was sad. And then Justice and Daelyn would always be there to protect us, and to make sure that we always had food over the fire. Sometimes having brothers was better than having sisters. They were so quick to protect and try to make me laugh if me and one of my sisters were fighting," she said, reminiscing, her dark eyes becoming wet. She sniffed and wiped her face with her sleeve and tried to laugh.

"I don't have much experience with children apart from entertaining them, so I am not the best person to ask," she said with a soft laugh. "And you are doing fine just by talking to me, Pyzis. It's been a very long time since I've had another woman to talk to," she admitted. 

The question made Rizka fall silent for a moment and she swallowed hard. "They died," she answered softly. "All five of them… our four sisters and our other brother," she said, her tone suggesting she didn't want to talk about it. "Justice and I have been on our own since then."

"Rizka, we agreed," Justice said coming up beside the women now, over his arm draped several articles of clothing. "We agreed not to bring them up," he said looking at Rizka gently. He sighed and looked at Pyzis. "Talking about what happened to them does us no good. Dwelling on the past won't change anything and they would be ashamed of us for doing so," he told the nice young woman who was helping his sister. He took Rizka's hand and held it reassuringly, and she gave him an apologetic smile.

"If you've picked everything out," he began, "you should go try everything on and see what adjustments need to be made." The girl nodded and took the items that she and Pyzis had picked out and went to inquire of the seamstresses there to help her get fitted.

Justice watched her for moment before he looked at Pyzis. "I apologize for my abruptness. It isn't my intention to treat your kindness with coldness. Rizka doesn't remember what happened, and I would like to keep it that way. She's blocked out those memories completely, and I would hate for her nightmares to come back again," he explained. He looked weary in the firelight, more so than his young form should have. "It's been hard looking after her on my own all these years," he chuckled softly. "She's my junior by only five years."