Timestamp 49th Fall, 513
Somna's trip to the Seaside Market had been on an unseasonably warm day, all things considered. This did not change, however, that her travel to the marketplace was with a smooth woolen cloak over her shoulders that would close in front of her. The Symenestra's lithe frame hidden away behind the curtain of smooth, black fabric would leave a slight sense of mystery to her. The first stop was to a stand of fall fruits and vegetables. The small Widow was by no means one to abstain from meat, but she currently enjoyed the fall colors and the imported goods brought over from the various lands near and around Sunberth.
The saltwater weathered wooden planks felt rough under her bare feet, and the ocean breeze was welcome across the thin, frilly undergarments that rest beneath the cloak she had worn. Minimal clothing would allow her to still be able to show off her wares, in a manner of speaking. A pale hand would slip free of the cloak and allow clawed digits to roam gently over the outside of a yellow squash that was sitting with a bunch of root vegetables and pumpkins. She had heard that they could be cooked, mashed, and strained into soups that tasted delicious as well as would be filling, but she hadn't actually tried it yet. Being one to want to better herself, she couldn't help but come to the idea of sating her curiosities when she didn't have customers on whom to tend.
Blue eyes looked over the various plant-foods with a degree of confusion, though. She had rarely picked out her own things of this sort, and wasn't wholly prepared for the experience. She eyed the vendor, then the wares again. Occasionally, her eyes would roam to the others that passed by to see if there was a pattern to how they gauged quality in these things. She'd have to get more than one, though. She'd never cooked anything like this, and wasn't foolish enough to believe she could make something delicious on her first attempt. Oh, what was a girl to do?