Dancing through the streets

[gwenivean]

I twist through crowds of people and over to a booth looking for nothing but at the same time something.
My hand brushes over trinkets and knife handles but finds nothing to the touch inviting.
I shift away from the booth and back into the packed street filled with many colors and smells, all of them making my mouth water, a soft tune plays in the distance and I fined myself with the urge to dance to it, and I do just that, I spin and jump around people and children till I run smack into someone.

[Mirage]

Mirage wandered through the market, looking for someone who could help her reverse the affects that a wizard's lightning bolt had had on her. Someone bumped into, and Mirage whirled around, a dagger drawn. Her pale blue eyes turned to slits as she eyed the person who had bumped into her. Could this person be trusted, or did this person work for anyone who would want her dead?