Eirwen looked up at her weapon master, now towering far above all of them. He could easily look into the first floor windows of the estate, while the claymore he had been holding now looked like a small short sword in comparison. More importantly for her, his clothing was holding fine. She could see it tense around him, stretch without fitting too tightly.
With a deep breath, she began channelling mana, spiralling it all throughout her body, making it settle down within her bones. She wove the threads of mana together within her flesh, flowing through all of her rather than just her pathways. Carefully she absorbed it all, feeling herself grow in size. Slowly walking around, getting used to the feeling, she grew and grew, until she could look him in the eyes again. Normally, she was three digits smaller. With their current hands, she still was. The same relative height, thrice their original.
Using her senses, Eirwen observed her own body closely, verifying that the tailors had done their job well. The fabric stretched around her, but with the extra room they had built in, it hugged her upper body a bit less than it did his. Good. It would have been embarrassing to show off her figure in front of all her subordinates. As her eyes looked down on the knights, she saw them gulp, not because of her figure but solely on account of her new size. A look that made the expense of this lesson worth every coin.
A fabric originating from cold lands, such as the Flameheart mountains, mountain silk had its fancy name invented by traders aiming to make it sound like a luxurious good. In their defence, it does feel very comfortable, though its biggest value lies in its stretching qualities. Rather than forcing people to wear custom-fitted clothing, its stretchy nature means mountain silk can be worn by multiple people, or even fit someone still growing without needing constant replacements. The biggest market for it thus has become clothing for young children.
Its exact production recipe is kept a secret, though truth be told, the materials needed can easily be discovered by anyone truly trying. The right kind of fresh plant fibres infused with specific tree sap, with wool woven through, allows for clothing that has a small tension to it. The larger the wearer, the greater the tension, so there are limits to how much a size difference it can handle. Still, when produced by a master tailor, it can easily stretch to twice its minimum size, then recover afterwards.
While the fabric does lose its ability to shrink back over time, good quality mountain silk can last for a long while. Longer still if it only ever is worn by increasingly larger people, rather than alternate between big and small. Because quality can be noticed quite decently, the main producers include certificates with their personal stamps. As it is a valuable export product, Flameheart has taken actions against forgers. And few dare risk earning the ire of the berserking Duke.
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