Her movements lacked the confidence she radiated, in fact, her steps have grown more slow and paced as she forced her body through the bustling crowd of the marketplace; the endless chatter that echoed from booth to booth causing a small pounding in her own head. She was typically more sharp than this, well rested and more than prepared to conquer the obstacles that await her the next day though lately she felt weak– exhausted.

She soon raises a free hand toward her hair, thin yet delicate fingers brushing stray dark hair back into place all while a subtle yawn slips past her pale lips, “Hmm… I wonder if there’s something worthwhile.” Reine ponders aloud, blue colored eyes scanning the intricate stands that lined the walkway of the market before her movement slows; attention fixated on the handcrafted jewelry laid nicely across the flat surface of one booth.

The sleep that seemed to consume her dissipated for just a moment, hands gently pushing her way towards the side of the walkway; a small smile settling on her lips as she got to observe the various pieces far more better, “Excuse me, were you the one who made this?” She tilts her head up, briefly making eye contact with the merchant from across the table; hands moving to gently pick up a necklace, fingers gently holding the thin chain.

Her question lingered in the air as soon as she spoke it, her eyes peering at the older gentleman before her though never receiving a definite response, “Best to keep questions to yourself.” The man advised, voice rough with a hint of rasp lacing between his words.

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