Sage wrinkled his nose in response to Anya saying he had to go to the formal and nodded. "Long story short, I have a baby I need to find a home for," he told Luther. Then he added. "Not my child. I just found him. Mommy was very dead and no dad so for some reason I thought it would be a good idea to bring him back to the castle with me." The last part was a bit of a groan, since it was seeming like more of a not-so-great idea by now. He didn't regret it, but it was proving to be difficult. "Anya is insisting I get something 'decent' to wear to the formal," he half grumbled. He'd say he didn't like it, but really he was fine with it, it was just kind of uncomfortable and he didn't see why one piece of fabric was any better than a different one. It all just seemed odd to him.

Luther nodded slowly at his little explanations, still a little confused. "When did the baby get here? I haven't heard anything about a baby." Luther scoffed before looking to Anya, almost as if he was finding out if it was true or not. "He's surprisingly quiet, all considering," the girl muttered before glancing up. "It was a good idea," she half scolded Sage before smiling, "you can go see him after if you'd like. He's very sweet," the girl chirped excitedly as they started along a little path towards the nicer part of the village, where it was a bit closer to the castle. "Sage need to be at least a little presentable if he's going to come along with us," she murmured quietly before flashing the boy a charming smile. "You'll look great," she promised before continuing away down the little track in a kind of speed walk.

Sage grunted in agreement with Anyas first comment and shrugged. "Yesterday afternoon," he told Luther in response to his question. "And he mostly just sleeps. He was alone for a while so he eats and then falls back asleep for the most part." He wrinkled his nose slightly at Anyas next comments, not wanting to get all dressed up but was willing to do it if Anya wanted him to. It would help get Att into a good home, he knew that, so that was also helping. He kind of strode along next to Anya but slightly behind the girl, so he could follow her to the building. "Fabric is fabric, what's the difference between what I have on now and what Luther's wearing," he grumbled. It really made no sense ...clothes were clothes and people should be happy with what they had, not wanting new outfits all the time.

The girl chuckled softly from a bit of a distance. "You only have to wear it once," she hummed before giving a bit of a smile as they walked towards into a small but nicely decorated village square and towards a smallish looking shop. It was vibrantly decorated, with unfinished garments on stands and string practically everywhere. Anya paused as they wandered in before looking Save again with a gentle, more friendly grin. "The difference is that Luther looks like a prince and you look like his glorified servant." Despite her friendly tone, her words did come across as a little... how to put this... demeaning. She hadn't meant to be so blunt, but Sage could take it whatever way he wanted. She spoke to the woman who was standing at the desk, gently rocking on her heels as they arranged for her to try on her own outfits. After a moment the girl turned around with a bit of a sigh before reaching up to Sage and pressing a light kiss between the eyes. It seemed friendly enough, and while Luther was standing there with a slightly cocked bed, she didn't expect Luther to read into it too much. "I didn't mean that," she murmured, referring to her previous bluntness, "why don't you have a look around and see if there are any patterns ir fabrics you like?"

Sage hadn't thought much of the comment at the time, and was slightly surprised when Anya turned around to reassure him. He'd come to the realization that Anya would never be rude to him ...at least not on purpose. And definitely not about his rank or something like that. But he gave the girl his usual crooked grin after a moment of surprised silence and patted her on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it," he reassured the girl. "It didn't mean much to me," he chuckled before sighing slightly and looking over at the rows of fabric with a slight frown. "It all looks like fabric," he grumbled, though in a playful manner. He wandered off, though, to let Anya do what she needed to do. Really, his fashion sense was awful, and he really didn't even know what color he should even be looking for, but he could wander anyway. He didn't know if Luther had something to do or not, but the boy could follow him around if he wanted, and if not he was fine to wander in the quiet area. He kind of huffed out a breath, looking around him at all the fabrics bundled up in seemingly random order. Wonderful, this was really happening. Whatever, he supposed he'd only wear it once and be done with it. Though, that just meant he didn't want Anya to spend very much money on it either.

Anya smiled slightly at the way the boy blew her comment off... she knew a lot of people that'd take it to heart, so she still felt horrible about it. She gave a slight chuckle after a bit and wandered off behind the counter with the woman. They seemed to get chatting straight away, light old friends might with a lot to say. Luther just stared at Anya as she walked off before looking back to Sage with wide, teasingly admitation filled eyes. "Dear Lord and Savior Sage, did you do that," he yelped jokingly as he watched Sage run through the racks. "How did you get her to apologise?" He snickered at him, an eyebrow slightly raised in curiosity.

Sage looked back at Luther with a slight chuckle and shook his head. "I have about as much of an idea as you do," he chuckled. "We both know she's more stubborn than a mule sometimes," he added in a joking manner, though it was pretty true. He wandered back over to the boy with a sigh. "There's too many colors in here," he muttered. "If she asks I'll just say I don't care and leave it at that" he said, knowing there was no way he'd pick out something decent to wear. At least, not by himself.

Luther chuckled slightly before scanning through a couple of racks. "Well, Anya is going in blue," he shrugged before looking around, "And I'm going to see red suits because she wants me to wear red," he grinned childishly before picking up a book of designs. "You could look through here to see if there's at least some sort of pattern. By now there might not be enough time for something completely new to be made, but you could pick out a pattern and have her surprise you with colouring." The boy gave a slight shrug.

Sage took the book with a sigh. "That would probably work best. Though I still don't see why I can't just take a shower or something and go as is," he grumbled. Then he chuckled. "Far be it from us to wear something she didn't approve of before hand," he joked, making a slight prod at the girl's more...dominating personality. He had no issues with it, but it was fun to tease. He shooed the boy off though, with a slight laugh. "You go look at red stuff. It all looks like the same thing to me so I probably won't be of much help," he admitted before going to sit down in the corner and starting to flip through the book. Nothing really stood out to him, though. They all seemed...extravagant.

Luther groaned slightly before flicking through the racks. "She's already picked things out for me," he complained as he pulled out a fabric that obviously interested him. "I swear, she thinks she's my mother," the boy chuckled before peering over his shoulder and pointing at one of the patterns. "I'm wearing that one I think," he murmured with a smile before putting whatever he had in his hands back on the rack. It wasn't hugely frilly or decorative, but it was smart enough to know he was someone of importance. It was probably one of the only things he'd be comfortable in, too.