Amy
It hadn't been long since she had came to Salvania and there was still much to sell. Naasira relished in traveling from city to city. Everything was new to her. It would have been smart to stay in one location, although she didn't particularly care to be reasonable not when there was so much to see. Regardless, there was one variable that she had to take into consideration. Money.   

In order to travel she needed money to get from place to place. Carrying such precious cargo required safe passage and guard. So she sat at one of the many port side markets. There were many eye drawing and exotic stalls, but certainly her's stood out. Naasira was dressing in blindly bright yellow colors and draped in jewelry. She was a colorful figure by her own right, but her display housed many vibrant pieces of metal so delicately crafted they drew the eyes of most. The woman sat there polishing jewels, but her eyes rarely strayed from the crowd. She watched them like a hawk.
Jacqueline
*It wasn't a rather lengthy trip from the house, to the merchants area. No, for the journey merely took to a few minutes walk. Albeit, Dušana got there rather quickly. For, although she agreed to Marmee's request—she didn't necessarily feel all too comfortable on being out for long periods of time. Thus, she brought her steps into a quickened pace. And by the time she came into the area, she allowed her gaze to go over the scene before her. Looking out for the merchant stall she needed.*

*However, that was rather challenging. For the whole place was ever so hectic. Finding the stall would take more time than she'd like. 
Nevertheless, she pursed her lips and steeled her spine. Following this, she began to further herself into the busy place.*

"Yes, may I please get-"
"For that price!? You gotta be joking."
"Sir, please calm down."

*Plentiful of voices governed the area. This, making it slightly more challenging for Dušana to focus. However, after a few minutes, she would have found her merchants stall. And, beginning to guide herself over towards it... She halted mid-step. For just besides the stall, situated a stall that arrested Dušana's eyes. 
Not just the stall, but the woman whom had accompanied it. 
Now, Dušana was never truly one for staring. Albeit, this stall and it's owner was new. And she couldn't help herself from gazing at the vivid and exceedingly beautiful hue's that made the stall and it's owner seem as if one.*
Amy
Certainly she was practicing general vigilance with the possibility of thieves, but the people of Salvania were an attraction for her. It was all odd. From the way they dressed to the way they had presented themselves. She watched with some apprehension and confusion, but little of it showed on her bland expression. That was until her eyes met another's. Her visual sentiment flipped a switch and a smile creased her face. Welcoming and yet imposing all the same.   

"I see you like. Come closer, girl." Naasira stood and gestured for the other. Her accent was very pronounced, but her voice loud. It could be heard through the sea of people. 

All good! ))
Jacqueline
*Dušana, having perceived the woman's call, pursed her lips. She was reluctant. This was evident upon her countenance. Surely, she should of just kept focus on her main goal. Retrieve the boots, and come back home. Simple.
It all should of been simple.
Now, it was anything but that.*

*Nevertheless, Dušana began her way to near the merchant. Whilst, she is wary, she doesn't want to come off as ill-mannered.
Having halted a few feet away from the stall, Dušana granted the woman a benevolent enough smile.* "Apologies of mine. Your stall is... Rather lovely. I couldn't help myself in staring." 
*She spoke within a gentle voice.*
Amy
Naasira circled around to the entrance of the small stall. "I thank you. It is family craft." Clearly the girl was keeping her distance, that was fine. Naasira could meet her. 

  It had appeared she caught the right eye. The woman didn't look like she worked a day in her life, such clear perfect skin- like silk! Although poor thing was rather pale, but it seemed overseas such a thing was a sign of status? The people of Dezabia relished in sunlight. Even standing out here in the sun didn't cause Naasira the slightest drop of sweat. "What do you like?" The woman asked enthusiastically. She glanced back at the array of embroidered silks, adornments, and decorative pieces.
Jacqueline
*Dušana regarded the woman attentively as she spoke. It was true, she carried herself seemingly kind. However, many merchants had to. This was a business after all. One must sell the show wisely if they are to receive handsomely.
Not that Dušana minded, really.
For this was life. Each has to make a living in order to actually* **Live.**

*Nevertheless, Dušana kept to being mindful. And, after the woman questioned her on her interests, she guided her sight over towards where the woman had brought her own gaze.
Surely, the pieces were profoundly gorgeous! Each displayed, presented with such beauty. Dušana was in no doubt that there would be plenty of buyers ready to empty out their pockets to purchase even just the little bit this stall granted.*

*Although, she had to deny. She must be getting back home. And by keeping to this stall, she delayed that moreover. Thus, she began to gently shake her head. Offering the woman yet another kind smile.* 
"Oh that is quite alright. I was only just looking. Thank you very much though for your help."