She entered the market, apparently unaffected by the glaring brilliance of the marble that passed beneath her feet, like a pavilion made of light. Her eyes, a hazy, fog like hue close to periwinkle, but darker, more somber, more serious than 'periwinkle' implied, surveyed each stall open for business with a gaze that neither hurried, nor lingered. Her cloak drifted on the air of her passage as she strode to a booth peddling potions and the like. She cut a deal with ease and swift precision, putting her few purchases away within her bag before turning, with intense interest that seemed almost strange to her demeanor, to another stall displaying a few old trinkets and battered items. She spoke to this shopkeeper, falling into an almost friendly, almost idle discussion on the different things he had for sale. He hoped for a sale; she gleaned him for knowledge, and seemed interested enough that a sale was not a high hope to have.
Near by, only a few yards distant from where the strange woman stood in conversation, the three 'little not-zombie folks' were located: one standing, beaming down on the two who lay sprawled upon the brilliant marble from his height of twelve foot two.
But the young lady with the fog'd eyes must have been a Byakoan, for she made no notice of the strange trio. It was either be a native to the much-stranger city of Byako... or be terribly unobservant.
Or extremely focused, as the case would turn out to be.
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