Chuckling when Théadan caused their hands to swing higher between them, Navia also nodded her agreement to his plan. It would be nice to be back in clothing she had grew up in, even if they would not be as finely made. If traveling for months in the same few outfits had taught her anything, it was not to take clothing for granted or be ungrateful if it was not expensive. She missed the fashion of it though, and the comfort of knowing the outfits. There was the addition of heat that Mes’Mo’Tan had lacked as well; her thick dress had been good for the cavernous ship and chilly country before that, but was no longer need. Balaja was warm, welcoming, and Navia knew it would only grow hotter the further south they went. So new shoes and new clothing were a welcome addition to her limited wardrobe.<br/><br/>Théadan led the way toward the bustling market, her gaze wandering while she followed along. There was much to see. Vendors of all types were selling their goods, but she could see there was some organization to the area. They were closest to rows of vendors selling goods, with food carts set up further down toward the center of the market. It seemed as though the booths selling clothing and other items were closest, so Navia began to lead Théadan toward an aisle. She paused when he teased her for needing a map and turned to scrunch her nose at him before smirking. “We’ll see if we even need it,” she shot back at him before starting down the aisle. It wasn’t as busy as others, which meant Wyndagar could walk along with them without taking up too much room, but it was still busy.<br/><br/>Music wafted from several carts selling instruments. Others were displaying art that could be purchased, from pottery to paintings to small sculptures. Clothing of all types was being sold, Navia recognized both Khluri and Mes’Mo’Tanian fashions amongst the sales. It wasn’t until they were nearing the end of that first aisle that she spotted a booth that not only had various dresses and outfits on display, their light fabrics fluttering in the sea breeze. A table was set up and boasted many different types of jewelry on one end and pairs of shoes on the other. Standing behind the table was a Khluri woman likely only a few years older than them. She was reading a book, paying passerby’s little mind, knowing those who were truly interested would come closer. Navia spared Théadan a quick glance and nod in the direction of the booth, indicating she wanted to stop at it, before removing her hand from his hold.<br/><br/>The shoes were short with only a slight heel, the toe curling slightly at the toe. It made her smile to see them again and she reached out for one of the smaller black pairs on the table top, fingers testing the strength of the fabric. They needed to be sturdier for travel after all. “May I these this on?” Navia asked on a whim to see if the woman knew the common tongue and smiled at her when the woman’s dark eyes left the book to settle first on the shoes and then Navia.<br/><br/>“Of course,” came the fluent answer. Navia supposed it came from living in a port city; most Khluri commoners did not know the common tongue. With the woman’s permission, Navia removed her clunky boots and thick socks so she could slide her feet into the new shoes. The khussas were snug, would loosen a little with wear, and just looking down at her feet rejuvenated her. “First I’ll take these,” Navia said immediately, grinning at the sight of the Khluri staples back in her possession. Then her gaze lifted to the outfits hanging around the canopy that had been erected over the booth to protect the clothing from the sunlight, “And…um…” None of the clothing was as elaborate as she had worn before and some of the styles were different, but she knew she would be more at home in the attire than she had in herMes'Mo'Tanian clothing. Navia's eyes settled on a legging and shirt set in much of the same fashion as had been brought to her the morning after the Beast had ruined her clothing. The top buttoned down the front, ending just above the navel to be open the rest of the way, creating a faux dress. While the leggings were black, the top was a pretty teal with black, swirling embroidery along the. Beside the outfit was a sage green dress with tan embroidery just beneath the bust. The sleeves had sections cut out and replaced with delicate tan lace to reveal the skin beneath while worn and when Navia reached out to touch the light fabric and inspect the back, she found the dress had a backless element to it.<br/><br/>“Théadan?” Navia called out, unsure if he had decided to wander while she mulled over clothing choices. Once he was close enough, she smiled up at him, pointing out the two outfits, “Pick one.”