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Rorin.  Human form.
Mirua.  Human form.

"Mirua, wha--hey!"

Rorin walked into the back room of Mirua's boutique, only to nearly get pelted in the face by a headband as it came flying through the air.  Further back into the back room, Mirua was digging through boxes, muttering to herself.

"Wha...?  Oh!  Rorin!  I didn't hear you come in," Mirua said, turning around slightly and nodding to her fiancee.

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"What in the name of the Triumvirate are you even doing?" Rorin asked, staring at the chaos of the backroom.  There were various accessories and scraps of fabric strewn all over the floor, and boxes were in equal states of disarray.

"Spring cleaning," Mirua answered in a matter-of-factly voice.  Rorin couldn't help but chuckle.

"You do realize that it's already decently into summer, right?"

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"I know.  Better late than never, though--things have been hectic with Mother and Mama in town, as well as my sisters.  And then there's the wedding planning..." Mirua said, turning back to her box and shuffling through the items there.  "Yes, I've had this for a long time... it would probably fare well in the clearance sale."

"Clearance sale?" Rorin echoed.

"That's what stores call spring cleaning, dearest."

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"I've never done anything like that with my antiques," Rorin said, and Mirua chuckled.

"You have a regular stream of customers that adore your merchandise, however.  Sometimes, there are less-than-desirable items that hang around a little too long, and don't go for what they ought to--but they have to be moved, otherwise they're considered a total loss, as opposed to a partial loss," Mirua said.

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"I see," Rorin said.  "Do you... need any help?" he asked

"I could use another pair of eyes to go through boxes and find not-fabric scraps," Mirua said, indicating a few more boxes that had been opened and pulled out, but not gone through.  "I could also use some help re-organizing the boxes afterwards."

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"All right," Rorin said, taking one of the boxes and opening it further.  Inside of the box were various scraps of colorful fabric, but there were also some pieces of jewelry.  They looked decently elaborate, and Mirua looked up as she saw him looking over the pieces.

"Those'll be perfect for the sale.  I had them out for months before finally cycling it out for something else," Mirua said, indicating a stand that had some other pieces of jewelry on it.

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"I can't see why this didn't sell.  It's beautiful," Rorin said, looking them over one more time.  "They look like something that would come into my shop for appraisal, if I'm honest."

"Well, I'm glad that you like my jewelry making, but you and I both know that wouldn't fetch much in your shop, because of how new it is," Mirua said with a chuckle.

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"You made this?" Rorin asked, examining it once again.  As he looked closer, he could see some of the hallmarks of newer jewelry, although they were very well-disguised hallmarks.  The metal had been antiqued, but he could see the glimmer of new gold underneath it.  "You picked excellent gemstones for such a piece."

"I thought so," Mirua said, sighing as she stepped over to examine the piece.  "The more I've held onto it, the more I haven't wanted to sell it."

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"Then don't," Rorin said.  "I think this piece would look stunning on you, and our wedding is coming up," he said, and Mirua gave a chuckle as she shook her head.

"You're terrible, you know that?" Mirua said, taking the piece and putting it on a mannequin that was closer to the back.  There wasn't anything else on the mannequin, but Rorin had a feeling he knew what it would be used for.

"Haven't picked a pattern yet?" he asked.

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"There's three that I adore, but I can't afford to make three dresses when I'll only wear it for the one day," Mirua said.  "I'll have to figure out some way to pick the one I'll use soon... but that's for another time.
 Let's finish this spring cleaning," she said, turning back to another box.

Another few hours passed, and before long, they had several displays of old accessories that could be put up for sale.  Mirua looked quite pleased with the progress, and the cloth had been packed back into the boxes in such a way that there was room for more things to go back there later.