25 Frost 120
The first time Nnerka had set foot in a market in Kalzasi, she'd been...unnerved.It wasn't to do with the fact that so many people had congregated in one place; she was used to that. She had similar experiences as a spiderling. It was more so all the...civilization. Technology. People trading something new and innovative - and metallic. All eyes had narrowed as people passed objects and money around. Going back to the markets had been almost like a test, a means to get her more acquainted with the ways and things of people in cities.
Now, though, was different. She actually had a purpose for walking among the many stalls. It was a little harder to squeeze her way through the crowd, lifting her legs higher than usual to get around people or keep them out of the way. People here had little regard for the spider. Chatter - mostly bargaining - continued around her as she sought out what she was looking for. It wasn't odd that she would need jewelry. Beautifying herself only served to aid her in the long run, but she had to be discerning. It had to be just right. Something that would be just for her.
Finding something like that in a market might be a bit of a stretch, but she wanted to try her luck here. She'd heard plenty of stories of people finding things in stalls when they least expected it. She pressed her lips together, brows furrowing as she considered the objects set before her. People shoving their products toward her, only to be waved away. They moved on quickly to the next person.
A sigh left her as she moved off to the side, tiring of her search. She wasn't sure how long she'd been at it, but she couldn't confidently say that she would find what she was looking for. "Maybe it would have been better to just head to a shop." But it would have been more expensive. She hissed at the thought. If there was one thing she'd learned since her time in Kalsazi, it was that getting something cheap was definitely a goal to keep in mind.
So, there she stood. A half-spider, half-hytori woman with her arms (four, exactly) crossed in careful contemplation as all eyes closed in thought. Her robes, wrapped around her tightly, were a slightly more colorful beacon to her hair, peeking out from under her cloak.