setting up a shop. how glorious. how divinely wonderful. she thanked izuku for his suggestion, dragging a stand some ways away from her home, the wood's legs carving a path in the snow. the excited young lady had plastered a sign to the desk.

nui's workshop. in bold, black letters across a white frame. before, snowbound, before she had left, ragyo had taught her how to read and write. it was only imperative, after all. being a designer meant there were scenarios where she'd have to read and write down orders and understand what was being asked of her in thorough detail.

"come one, come all!" her high pitched voice projected throughout the town's square. "to my magical shop! here i'll craft anything you desire, so long as i have the material for it. and if i don't-- you'll just have to help me acquire it, won't you?" pearly white teeth, gleaming as she she slid a notebook onto a desk, a chewed pencil grasped between her claws.

"and i'll make anything for you. furniture, clothing, armor, the odd body pillow, you name it!" though she had been a designer, her skills extended far and wide. she was no blacksmith, but she'd like to think that she was varied and adaptable. now was a good time to explore and extend her expertise.

"here, you'll find an example of some of my latest creations. they're premade. feel free to take those if you'd like, or request something. i don't require payment, but if you'd rather give me something anyway, i'd be willing to take any disposable junk you no longer need. that, or food," sat astride from her were various items. boots. mittens. gloves. carpets, rugs. lamps. all miscellaneous things that she had created during her few days here. but there were few things better than the feel of open material beneath her paws, ready to be weaved to her liking. she was addicted to her work and she knew it. opening a shop only proved this.

she could see her first customers approaching her stand, and nui leaned forward with enthusiastic excitement.
"i'm glad i got into it too," a light little purr and a smile directed at the cipher.

"and you bet i have some material for a purse," there was a brief moment of shuffling as she procured a notebook from a groove in her coral scarf, and a pencil poised and ready to write. "what size would you want the purse to be? medium, small, large? and what color? any accessories?" her voice was a steady stream of questions.

a new face was quick to approach, and just as suddenly, nui's attention focused on the maned wolf.
"i have many pillows. would you like a body pillow, or a normal one? any details? and i'd gladly take the scarf. perhaps she could break down said scarf and use it for material, either way, anything was as good as gold to her. one man's junk was another's treasure.

it takes but a mere moment for nui to process atbash's words before a pencil is skittering across the blank page, etching lines into it's frame with charcoal. medium bag. atbash. colors are up to her decision, huh? nui could make do with that. she'd make atbash something simple yet useful. a light turquoise to harmonize with her orange coat. it seemed like a strange decision, but orange and yellows and blues tended to play off of each other well.
"you got it amor," the feline pivoted her head in acknowledgment, confirming her acknowledgement of the order when a familiar crow fluttered from the sky, burying itself into her display and inspecting it deeply. regardless of who it was, nui always had a deeply-rooted desire to please and awe others through her creation, and as cry dragged her gaze over from the sewn and knitted items, nui secretly hoped that the other was pleased-- or would be, given what nui would soon create.

leatherworking was an uncommon but not odd request. of course, leatherworking was far more hard than sewing and knitting. knitting required easy to follow patterns, and sewing was simple in itself. leatherwork required lining and measurements, and of course, the material. but she could do it. as a courtier and designer, she was suited to work with all types of material. she was not out of her depth with leather.

"why, of course," nui confirmed. "it might take a little longer than the other orders, but that all depends on what you want. what would you like to have?"

armor, huh? nui's singular eye narrows onto cry with sudden interest. making leather armor could be easy, but it would require precise work, given cry's size. that's what made the prospect of this armor challenging.

"yes ma'am. i can either take your measurements right now, or you can stop by my house later," nui suggested. she could whip up something quick, light, and yet strong enough to take the brunt of battle. the leather's hide would have to be thick enough, it's insides padded as to not cause the crow any discomfort or chafing.