She studied each stall carefully, her mismatched eyes perusing each stall with it's wares. At one stall, she was asked if she was back for more. She lifted her head, her eye brows raising. "Haven't been here before. Perhaps you met my son, Taliesin. He's identical to me." The trader apologized, and offered her a gift to make up for it. She declined with a polite smile, but proceeded to trade a bundle of dried lemon grass for a pretty hematite necklace. Green beads made the necklace itself, while the hematite was a small teardrop shape, about a half inch in length.
She put it on, smiling at the trader, then continued on her way, stopping to peer into each tent curiously.
((WC: 245))