Timestamp: 54th Day in Summer, 509 AV
During the first decade of her undead existence Malia had gotten used to wearing the same single set of clothing all the time. Since she had never entered a bigger city than the small villages with a population consisting of farmers, craftsmen and probably one or two town priests, nobody had ever mentioned anything about her lack of fashion sense. There was no need for a second set. But then, when coming to Syliras, she had noticed that a city's citizens were different. They paid attention to your appearance, to what you wore and what you looked like. Malia hated being looked at, because that meant not merging with the crowd. Merging and adjusting went along with being accepted, and that was the most important goal she wanted to achieve these days.
After forgetting about her task for quite a while, but suddenly remembering this morning, she had decided to visit the Great Bazaar and look for some clothes. While walking through the streets, she inspected what the passers-by were wearing and spent some thinking on the current style. Since it was summer, something airy and light would do, in bright colors. Malia didn't like bright colors though – so something like pale grey or light blue, right? Perhaps combined with something darker. In comparison to the women that took pride in showing their gender's physical advantages, she had found no use in long, flowing skirts and beautifully ornamented sleeves. Malia wasn't like them, and something simple would be cheaper and serve it's purpose as well.
Malia's thoughts went on rambling for a while, until she reached the outskirts of the Bazaar around Stormhold Castle. When following the loud noise she quickly found the entrance and an information booth nearby. After having inquired about a map, she carefully inspected it, trying to find out where the clothing section was. She wouldn't find anything with quality here, but anything was still better than nothing.
With the exact way depicted in her mind, she started walking, paying no attention to the stands around. If Malia had a goal, she would do her best to reach it while blending out any possible distration. Plus, she didn't like crowds. They made her feel what she was even more than usually—a real pain.
Yes, I am an introverted being, feeling most comfortable at home and in the presence of the gods, but I can do nothing about it! So what?