Vega
She moved through the market with purpose. Her flowing skirt billowed around her as she moved, her chin up and her eyes scanning ahead of her. Although she was small, people moved and parted for her as if she stood towering over each of them. It may have been the way she moved, or the way she searched out her destination, or the air of all of her that made them move. either way, she was not moving out of anyone's way.She held a basket tucked in the crook of her left arm, full to the brim with baked goods and various types. In her other arm, bundles of dried herbs and flowers. It wasn't long before she found herself before her favorite fish stand. The wordlessly pointed at what she wanted and the fishmonger scrambled to package her requests. She exchanged the fish for the baked goods and herbs. With a smile, bright and toothy, she turned and headed back toward the inn with her baskets now full of fish.
