<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/f9/33/85/f93385f08616fa201dd67a2eef73ecc5.jpg)</div>To Vara, Market Day was one of the best days of the year, and she couldn't help but grin.  Between the hustle and bustle, the excitement of everyone lifting the spirits of the village, and having so much food around that many merchants were all too happy to share some, it was a holiday to the wood elf all in itself.<br/><br/>Of course, it helped that she didn't have to put any of the actual work in that so many others did.  She knew it was hard work from all the carts, and by the end of the day, many people didn't want to actually bring back everything they hadn't managed to sell.  That was her time to shine, and so long as she showed up before the sun snuggled up against the comfortable horizon, she would hopefully get enough to last her for weeks.<br/><br/>That was later, though.  For the time being, she was heading towards her friends, up to the house.  Her arms were full of fruit from some of the vines that Selise had shown her, three firemelons: a tart and spicy fruit that Vara personally didn't care for but didn't want to let go to waste.  She tried to always bring something, and probably not by coincidence, it usually wasn't something she actually liked.<br/><br/>As she reached the house, she called out a warm, "Hello!" followed by a kick to the door by way of knocking.  Her agile limbs had each of the firemelons secure, but she wasn't going to be able to get inside without assistance.<br/><br/>At the greeting, Squeakers stood up from a shirt pocket and let out a squeak, though likely wasn't able to be heard at any notable distance.  It was just something he always did when she made some attempt to announce her presence.