Florica started walking through the market trying to find work but finding none since no one wanted to hire a fae let alone a gypsy fae. As she approached the fruit stand in the middle of the market she saw a young girl with brunette hair was already in front of the stall. 'she must be buying fruit, though the fruit doesn't look that fresh. maybe I should tell her' Florica stood a little farther back debating this. She decided that she would wait and see if the girl bought anything or not before saying anything.