This was...strange.
For a women made of fire and starlight, who claimed Autumn as her fief and was High Queen (or Activities Director) of an Amusement Park that was saying something.
After talking to Sera, and hearing it from her Nix herself over what exactly she wanted 'spun, Mhairi thought that she could see if she could collect a few of the reagents that the Spring already said she's be happy with.
Which lead her to...not Sal's.
A Market sprung up overnight, it wasn't large or sprawling, but Lady Salome's Corpse Tree Hollow had no roots here.
Mhairi walked forward, canvas bag over her shoulder. She'd had some luck with things that she thought Sera might like, but after the argument in Sal's that lead to Morgan and the Grub dueling in the Pit. Mhairi decided to carry a few things with her, as a just in case she needed to barter. Honestly it wasn't anything impressive. She didn't have a Garden yet, so she didn't' have a reliable way to get goblin fruits. But some canned meat, and old toys she'd bought from a second hand store might be enough not to have another hob chortle in her face.
But, fell-flames flicker, she'd forgotten how the Hobs in the Fleshmart had reacted to her...at first. She shouldn't have really. When the Wyrd wrapped around the Wisp, and stole away her stutter, it did more then allow her to speak without stumbling, it made her feel like one of Them. Or at least it did for the hobs. Who freeze, or press themselves as far away from Mhairi as they can, their beady eyes tracking her every moment.
It said more about the changes that had come over Mhairi since she'd come to Sacramento that she gave the terrified hobs a beaming grin and a wild wave, as she chirps out, "Morning!" even though it was a few hours past noon. The Wisp wondered if the hobs would bow and scrape and agree that the sun had just risen.
Talked to West, with the state of Changeling, and how the slate's been cleaned, Sal and her Market has moved on....