Eira - a grandmotherly sort - took one look at them and shooed the men over to where men's wear was stacked before taking April into a side room, chatting as they went.

"Very fashionable dillad you're wearing, but trust me, you'll be wanting warmth more than gwedd. Wicked winds this time of year. Besides, with your face? Clothes won't make you - you'll make the clothes."

April smiled at the compliment, already taken with the lively older woman. She quickly had three outfits put together than were more than adequate, good fit and everything seemed fairly new.