mercymaine

Eliza’s eyes wander in amazement at the glamorous bazaar she found herself in. Her eyes took note of the sign pointing towards the market, hurrying over until the man called out to her. “Oh, hello. I’m here to buy something for my little sister. Did you have any recommendations, sir?” She smiles softly towards the man, a hand raising to straighten the bonnet upon her head. “Just a nice gift for her. It’s her birthday soon.”