Mhairi would never get over how the silver arches looked. Every time she passed under them, her fell-flames flickered, the illusion of tangled briars, and thorn filled vines...it always made her shiver. This place was marked by the Lost, and no by another hand. This the Elemental had to remind herself time after time.
As she walks forward, she's swept up in the sea of humanity, the sights, the sounds. The scents coming from the stalls as voices rumble over and under each other in a tangled mess of organic chaos. Fell-flames pass over the stalls on the ground floor, as the Autumn Wisp heads for the stairs. What she sought wasn't in the farmer's market, but in the loft like stalls on the second floor. She'd heard that one of her favorite places to buy her corsets online had rented out one of the booths for the month, and Mhairi couldn't wait to see if they had anything she hadn't seen on the site before for sale.
...even if she might not be able to afford everything she wanted. It was always nice to look.
Humming a jaunty tune, Mhairi heads onward to her destination.