"No, not really, just a symbol I read about; I think it was in one of Tsar's novels- no one would know about it though," Eve replied, picking up the scarf carefully and examining it closely; Max sure had done well with it, of course; for someone so seemingly always-dedicated to making clothes of all things. She didn't really mind though: after all, the little things that people actually used came at a ridiculously low price, and members of the guide (Basicly everyone's 'money-source', as she had heard what nickname it had gained) got to purchase such things at an even lower price.
Eve had always found the Dragonite's 'ways" to be strange though; an emblem only the person that was given to can read? It seemed entirely ridiculous, and somewhat prophetic or something of the sort. However, she didn't bother trying to continue to think about negativley the dragon-type behind his back, she found that to be rude, even though she occasionaly would think of praticly everyone badly whenever she wasn't in the mood of being terribly "nice"-- even though a lot of people probably couldn't read her mind, thus it would not affect them.
"So, should we get going now?" The Riolu asked, turning towards the fiery-spirited vixen and the rather klutzy Totodile. Who was, as expected; rather nervous at the moment. Really, she couldn't blame him though; anyone would be afraid of a Dragonite with bad fashion-tastes.
(Unfourtantly, Vassily and Tsar will be a W-I-P for a bit; I plan on editting Eve's too; I was extremely tired and braindead while typing, so ;A;)