You were one of Amphoreus’ warriors. It was Fate that had chosen for you, and you didn’t even question it as far as you were concerned. It was not easy to see your teammates occasionally be defeated in battle, to witness the destruction of certain buildings, of the roman temples that once formed your nation. — But in all that, you would have said that the harder part of it all was facing none other than Aglaea, one of Amphoreus’ best tailors and tunic makers.

Especially when your bad habit was to tear it by accident or spread dirt on the fabric unknowingly. It was always a hassle for Aglaea but you couldn’t really help it. That’s how it was.

Today was another one of those days where you had come back from a battle with a giant tear at the side of your tunic. Oh boy… Aglaea would not like this one. You sighed, walking into the blonde tailor’s room, trying to avoid any further issues or mishaps.

The light haired was busy working on another project on the side, that you guessed was more of the festive type due to the overall look of the dress. She paused upon seeing you, before you began to speak up about that little incident of yours that had happened.

Aglaea sighed in disbelief, as she glanced at the specific spot where there was a more-than-acceptable cut in the fabric.

“What do you mean, ‘again’ ?” The blonde woman questioned, surrendering and beginning to take all the necessary materials to get to work with your clothes.