Gwendal had had enough of his mother trying to find a husband/wife for him. I mean not that they weren't a nice friendly bunch, but jeez, his mother really didn't know his style, I mean these people must be his mother's friends, what with all the eccentric styles and personalities she placed in front of him. He met countless girls with too high skirts and too low tops, no sense of dignity or self-preservation, and a number of sleazy men that had a thing for super tight trousers and open tops. I mean who wears those? There was even one man who had bright red hair, and somehow believed that it went with a bright purple suit. Ok that last one wasn't so bad, but he smelt of liquorish and Gwendal hated liquorish.

As he got out his knitting needles he decided to use his talents to make the perfect match. He didn't need to think about what he was doing, knitting was something that he could do in his sleep. He got out all of the colourer wool that he would need. Mostly whites and some pastel colours. No matter what his person would turn out to look like, he wanted someone that looked pure and cute. Couldn't forget the cute. As he started from the bottom he decided that simple black shoes would be best for his mate, nothing to flashy or uncomfortable. Working his way up he decided that a robe would be the best form of clothing for his little person. That way, this little creature could be taken for both male and female, save him the trouble of making two. He decided to make their robe with the purest white wool that he could find with a light blue trim. As he finished the simple gown he added a black belt and a simple sword. He couldn't have his future partner die in a vain attempt to protect themselves. Gwendal sat back to survey the work that he had done so far and tried to decide what the face should look like. Well, he had always been a fan of long hair and really cute eyes, add to that a cute smile, made of pale pink, his person should be complete.

He couldn't believe it. He had just completed his person and was somewhat shocked at the image that burned holes into his retinas. The little person now had lilac hair and eyes and looked a lot like a certain adviser to the Heika. He just couldn't believe it, his ideal mate was not only male but Gunter von Christ. Now what was he going to do. His mother was adamant that he was going to get married by the end of the month and now that he had his own candidate how was he going to go about getting his attention. He didn't even know if Gunter liked men, or him for that matter.