As the activity of the marketplace picked up, Amara soon lost the woman she was following. She let out a dramatic sigh and stopped short, earning herself a few glares and loud complaints from people hurrying passed her. She huffed and pouted like a child, folding her arms. She waited a minute before smiling to herself and shaking her head, had her brother been there, he'd have scolded her for acting so silly at her age. She decided to shrug it off and take her chances at finding the shop herself.

There were a few magical shops scattered about, but none quite held her interest, or were too crowded for her liking, though it make pick pocketing easier she supposed. Still, she was trying to stay under the radar and the last thing she needed was someone eyeing her swipe another's coin pouch. Amara looked down at her dingy white top, which connected to the dull dusty brown section of the rest of the dress.  It had definitely been a long day, she'd been up all night, and the seventeen year old honestly just wanted to find a cheap in. Sadly, none were in her price range; with another sigh, this one lacking all humor, she started off again.