The stall before them looked empty, just a long stretch of floating cloth covered in an assortment of peculiar wares.
They could seedark feathers that hummed faintly with mana, glass orbs that reflected nothing, and a series of tiny bottled shadows, each swirling as though alive. The space behind the stall, however, seemed to breathe. The air shimmered faintly, like heat over a black road.
Then...the eyes. Two luminous green eyes blinked open in the dark, slitted like a cat's, the pupils narrowing as they adjusted to the dim moonlight. They hovered there for a moment, disembodied, staring directly into Albedo and Elara's souls.
Elara nearly flinched. Albedo didn't. He just stared back. Then, with a sigh so long it could have come from a grave, a small figure materialized beneath the eyes.
"...oh. It's you again," came the flat, unamused voice.
