Valeris, quiet but observant, paused by a stall displaying delicate enchanted wind chimes. Each one was tuned to a different elemental hum—fire, water, wind, and even starlight. She tilted her head upward, watching a group of skyfish drift lazily above, their glowing tails painting soft trails across the dark canvas of night. "Even the air here feels different," she murmured.
They wandered deeper into the Bazaar, where the walkways narrowed and the stalls became more unique. A Mersid artisan was showing how underwater ink danced like liquid moonlight across sea-paper, creating calligraphy that shimmered with every shift of angle. Nearby, a siren played a shell-harp, her notes rippling outward while colorful illusions of coral gardens bloomed and faded behind her. At another stall, a masked merchant with six nimble hands juggled floating trinkets—some glowed, some hummed, others blinked in rhythm—and called out in rhymes, offering "one blessing or three tricks, buyer's pick!"
