The smells of freshly baked goods and the merriment of voices were what drew Amaris' attention away from her journal. She looked up from the sketch of an Alkanet root and put her charcoal stick and journal back into her pack. She slid the thick leather braids of the blue velvet-lined leather pack over her shoulders. Amaris adjusted her red hooded cloak to smooth out the wrinkles that her pack's straps caused. Her cloak helped her hide her immediate features as she wove in between people, following the warm scent of freshly baked cinnamon bread. 

Not that Mari was hiding from anyone in particular, no, she was avoiding the curious gazes of her fair skin, bright blue eyes, and snow-white hair that clearly labeled her as a Snowden descendant. The only oddity was her slightly pointed ears that gave away that she was half an elf. Amaris didn't need her stepmother to be informed of her presence in Elysium. No doubt the shrewd woman would send people out to finish the job that was failed years before. Mari had traveled around a bit as a mercenary after she ran from her father's household. She found herself collectively held up in her birth mother's apothecary once she learned of its location. The lost soul learned everything she could about herbs and their various uses from her mother's journals.

Amaris rounded a corner of the street and smiled as she saw the food stall that was selling the spiced bread for the festival. Her mouth began to water at the thought of the sweet baked dough hitting her tastebuds. She began to make her way towards the baker when her gaze caught the sight of Tabaxi woman that was looking at her...almost knowingly. It unsettled Mari and distracted her enough to run into someone tall. 

[color=f6989d]"Oof!"[/color] came from her mouth as she gazed up and gulped softly. She looked up at the white-hair, gray-eyed Drow man. [color=f6989d]"I am sorry, please excuse my clumsiness,"[/color] Amaris apologized as she gave a slight bow, hoping the stranger would forgive her.