Sheri
*Beside the Taverns and Inns of West Miller Dale a small market begins to set up in a patch of clear flat grass. Zara ,a lady with long hair shaved on one side and an eye patch over her left eye, can be seen giving instructions and telling people where to set up. Booths, Stalls, and small tents, with an array of traveling merchants and shop owners, can be seen sorting out things and beginning setup. A bard begins walking around and taking requests. The Items being sold are mostly Clothing, Armour, Trinkets, Jewelry, and Rations.

By the next day great word of the market has spread all throughout Miller Dale and many begin heading down. The market attendance grows double by the afternoon. People haggling, Exploring the diverse collection of things from all around, Kids laughing, playing, and running through the crowd, People relaxing in the grass enjoying some cooked meals near a stall where Zara herself is cooking and selling food. The Aurora Market seems friendly and inviting.*

Zara calls out to customers as their food is finished before taking another. She has a cheery expression and sweat dripping down her face. She keeps a watchful eye and keen ear out for any trouble or useful information.
Mary
Lymerel was weary after traveling this far, though she wasn't quite sure where "This far" Was. According to a map she had won from a less-than-pleased gambler a while back, she presumed herself somewhere in southern Heatherstead. "Curse this map," She roughly folded the old hide and stuffed it into her crossbody rucksack. She looked like hell. Her cloak was tattered, her face pale, and a pounding headache twisted her normally striking features into a scowl. 

She was having a meal at a local tavern when she heard news of a market that evening. No wonder all the incessant chatter seemed more lively than other taverns she passed through. Still, it could be a fine place to make some coin and gather necessities for her travels. That morning, she prepared her wares and loosed her wing for the first time in a good while. 

It twitched and flittered but eventually fell limp once more against her back. She sighed before hiding it beneath her cloak again, checking her disguise in the mirror, and heading to the market. It was loud, but not in a way she disliked. She smiled at the children weaving through the crowd and the salespeople shouting their promises. Several scents abound but one catches her attention. 

The fairy salivated as the scent led her to a small stall where a sole woman sold and cooked the food. It looked busy. She slowly approached, too hungry to concern herself with her usual caution. She was no rogue and waited her turn before approaching the stall. 

"I'll have whatever he's having," She pointed at a delectable-looking plate being carried away by a man with a satisfied smile.
Sheri
Zara notices her rough state and looks down at her sales paper *A paper with a list of names, food than price.* She writes down the food and price just as before, *Special with Chicken* For *3 silver*. She looks back up to the Lady with a empathetic smile and covers the cost of the meal with her hand. She says calmly.

"And a name for your order? Anything will do so long as you respond to it when i call."

Zara tries to act normal but she is so very obviously standing awkwardly with her hand on the edge of the sheet. She looks as tho she's been working hard for days on end but still surprisingly has it together.
Mary
The cloaked fairy returned the smile. So she *Did* Recall how to be friendly. She thought she had forgotten. "Lymerel," She responded with her true name. She didn't think anyone would be looking for her anyway. "How much will it be?" She queried, looking down at the woman's hand. She was eager to pay and receive her food. Though unsure what it would entail it was "Special" And "Chicken" And those were two things she liked.
Sheri
She nods and begins writing her name down on the paper still covering the price. "Oh just one silver is fine." She finishes writing and perks back up to hold her hand out for the payment. She accidentally uses the hand she was using to cover it and reveals the true price to the cloaked figures private eye without realizing. She begins to explain.
"The special with chicken comes with Chicken meat on a roll, my special creamy mashed potatoes, asparagus, topped with beef gravy"
Admittedly beef gravy was all she could afford at the time. She's never had or made gravy before so the gravy is noticeably watery but still tastes delicious.
Mary
Seeing the true price, she was confused. Had the stall owner made a mistake? Without addressing it, she calmly pulled out three silvers from her rucksack and laid them on the counter. "Sounds delicious," She smiled before stepping to the side, nearby to still hear a call for her name.
Sheri
Zara sighs picking up the 3 silver and thinks to herself ||why do i even try?||. She watches the figure walk off and throws the coins into her chest *Small chest safely under the counter*. She begins preparing the meal, she moves with a swift pace and grabs exactly what she needs when she needs it with ease and haste. Soon a beautiful plate of food it presented on the counter and Zara calls out not too loud but defiantly not quietly. "Lim..." She looks back at the sheet quickly and looks back out. "Lymerel! Your food is ready!" She leaves it on the food pickup side with a wooden knife and fork. 

Zara quickly moves on to the next person so they aren't kept waiting.
Mary
She watched from a distance as the woman prepared the food, though she was close enough to awe at her skill. She was quick and precise, nothing like Lymerel before a fire. One could give the fairy the most well-equipped kitchen and she would still only make food that could be classified as "Edible." Lymerel approached the stall again, picking up her plate. The warmth of it melted into her palms. She choked down her sentiments at having such well-prepared food, recalling her sister who was much better with her hands. 

"Thank you," She mumbled only above a whisper, looking at the cook with softness before going to sit on the grass amongst the others to devour her meal.
Louann
Sitting in the grass a short mid 20's looking elf with long, curly, black hair, black fancy yet unique clothing with a almost glowing crescent moon on their back. They are watching a needle and some material sew together in front of them effortlessly sewing together a white and golden yellow Chaperon. A second needle pops out of their bag, it adds and takes away golden thread detailing and creating a beautiful design on the shoulder. The needles drop and they take a sip of water but after they put it away they put their hands back in their lap and begin moving their fingers in strange ways, as they do the needles pick back up again. They sit slouched looking quite bored but smiles and waves to the cook when they notice they have a moment of freedom (the cook smiles and waves back and wipes her forehead dramatically). The elf chuckles and takes a brief look around from their work at all the different people and scenes happening around them.
Mary
Lymerel was preoccupied with her food after the first bite. It was so delicious that it disappeared. She scanned herself and the area with a quizzical look before she realized she devoured it all. She felt momentarily sad but mostly full and satisfied, warm from the meal.

She let her head loll back as she looked at the sky. Even the sun just on her face felt magnificent. She regretted not being able to remove her cloak, but alas, one must be grateful for the small pleasures. She sighed as she recalled more blissful times, before looking around again. How she wished she could have made friends like some of the others.

Lymerel's attention was caught by someone doing some type of creation magic, making beautiful embroidery that simmered in the sunlight. She couldn't help but watch. Their skill was entrancing and the fairy was in awe for the second time that day.

She looked down at her tattered cloak and wondered if maybe, a fair price or trade could be had for a new one. Her desire for the gorgeous cloak betraying her own intentions to remain away from the attention of others.

Taking her plate and eatingware, she approached the artisan. She gulped and took a seat, hoping she wouldn't be despised. 

"Hello-" She nearly choked and coughed a few times. How embarrassing.
Louann
As they're Looking around they spot a cloaked figure approaching them. A little suspicious they keep a close eye on her and one of the needles drops but their hand doesn't. They respond curiously but cautiously. 
"Hello there, are you in need of assistance?" 

They sit up a little more realizing she could be a possible customer, and gives them a pleasant smile. At a closer look you notice they have soft green eyes, freckles, a nose piercing, lip piercing, ear piercings, and they look quite androgynous. 

By the state of the figure they think to themselves 'what in the hell has this person been through, and why would they be talking to me? Maybe they need their cloak fixed, or i could offer this one!'. They become excited to finally have a break from their boredom.
Mary
Lymerel:Flustered, she took a breath and quickly pushed it out along with her nerves. "I was sitting over there when I noticed you." Her finger pointing toward her previous position. It was an awkward start but she was doing well. "You are very skilled," The words fell from the cloaked fairy's lips as she pushed away her hood, letting a thick braid of curly brown hair free from the drab garb. 

Lymerel had alluring features— round eyes, well-molded cheekbones and jawline that made her face not too round nor too sharp, a tall nose and full lips— though most of that was disguised by her ever-present exhaustion and several nights of sleep in the wilderness.

Her warm amber eyes were nearly glowing despite the sun behind her head. After removing the hood, those eyes fell upon the tailor and studied their features. She wondered for a moment if the piercings were ritualistic as some warriors were known to do.

"Would you be able to fix my cloak?" She asked hopefully, holding up the tattered hem of the bottom before looking at it again and deciding otherwise. "Or perhaps, something new?" She fumbled. "Of course, I would be willing to pay a fair price or trade."