"Good, I'm glad." Mhairi smiles at the Nix.
Watching Brigid was enlightening. The precise poise and sharp words that snared and tangled the Hob into a deal was a magic all of it's own.
"Thank you, Miss McCarthy, so very much." replies Mhairi a solemn, and hopefully regal tone. "It was an honor to what your battle of words on my, and Lady Sera's, behalf."
The trio now that their purple of the venture into the Market had come to a close, moved away and out of the winding streets and stalls that made the Market intending to leave this side of the Thorns behind, at least for now.
The Springs spoke quietly together, the Treasured shining voice carried on the winds as their feet moved farther and farther away. By some unknown instinct the Ashen Wisp turns to look over her shoulder at the Market they left behind, only to discover that like the morning mist, it has evaporated into nothing, now that it was no longer needed.
Since there's only a couple days left of, I'm going to be closing it here, thanks guys for such a fun scene!