Behind the stall stood a leporid girl wearing a traditional brown Aristan dress, her silver hair tied into a thin half-crown braid, allowing her long locks to fall freely to the small of her back where they were kept from blowing wild by a golden band. Smaller braids adorned with beads frame her rounded face.
Mika approached the stall, drawing the proprietress’ attention with a wave. She looked remarkably young, barely old enough to own a business of her own, yet there she stood with all the apparent confidence of a seasoned merchant: she had clearly been doing this for a long time.
The girl smiled, the three thumbprint-sized dots tattooed on her left cheek stretching as she announced, “Only six per tangle!”
Expensive, but worth it. “Three please!” Mika chimed with pleasant tune.