The Friday Farmer's Market was a cacophony of sound, the stalls and vendors having set up on Ocean Drive, the street that ran the length between the north and south beach. With the town on one side and the docks on the other people milled about all over, picking up fresh produce, perusing the presented crafts like handmade blankets, candles, and the like. The salt scented breeze brushing in from the sea kept the summer heat at bay, the late afternoon as pleasant as can be.

There were a couple of fairies with tiny little stall on top of a tall table, the clay pots the size of them having herbs and spices sprawling out every which way. Next to them was a faun peddling his hand stitched costumes, made in preparation for the midsummer night festival.

"Hey, Stuart!" one of the little fairies called out to the faun, having fluttered over to stand on one of his tables. Her voice was a squeaky little sound but it caught his ear.

"Yes Anita?" Stuart leaned down a bit to hear her better when she waved him closer.

"I was wondering if you could make me something special for the festival," she had quieted down a little, casting a glance back here and there to her partner, "And something for Delilah, too. I'm gonna propose to her when the bonfire is lit."

"Well, that's just down right adorable," a huge smile came across Stuart's face, his fluffy tail twitching this way and that in excitement, "Do you want the traditional summer court regalia or something inspired by your elements?"

"Can I have both? I..." Anita had given a glance again to her partner when she saw just who she was talking to. In a flurry of gossamer wings she rushed back to Delilah, waving her hands at the man as she looked up at him, "You! Shoo!"

"It's fine," Delilah tried to calm her down, "He's actually really nice, he just wants a mint plant."

"I don't care, I don't like him."

"That's so rude, he's standing right there!"

"I don't care!"

The two fairies continued their argument though from the sound of it the disagreement was becoming more than a little lovers' quarrel. Stuart stepped out of his stall, hooves clomping against the asphalt as he put himself between the fairies and the man, "I think you should leave."

The tone was more than enough for Abel Revnik to turn away and shove off through the crowd. There was a look of guilt, feeling quite bad for having started the debacle but he hadn't meant to. With a canvas grocery bag full of fruits and veggies he stopped off at a couple more stalls to pick up a few more things, never meeting the stares or flinching at the whisperings. It was just another day out in public for him.

A café at the end of the market line was ducked into, the smiling face of the centaur barista, Sloane, much easier to deal with. Abel always found it so compelling to watch him delicately move behind the counter, the horse part never seemed to be a hindrance as he already started to work, "The usual, Mister Revnik?"

"Please," he already dug into his pocket, the exact amount for his iced mocha placed on the counter with a couple bucks tossed into the tip jar. Picking up his drink at the other end Abel plopped himself to a booth at the very back end of the café, facing away from the entrance just to hide himself more.

Journal retrieved from the grocery bag set next to him he pulled a pen from his pocket, opening the book to a blank page to begin writing.