The red haired girl was having a devil of a time. After entering through the city gates she was shocked to discover that she was now part of a flowing canal of people all rushing madly towards a bright and extremely loud area just ahead.
She popped out of the alley into a whirlpool of people that had come from the far corners of Wanderlust to be a part of the market. From upper North Unction, from the Tar Nation, from ‘round Tyre City, and even from as far away from Werdehelami they came. People from every corner of wanderlust assembled each week to be a general nuisance to its native populace at the Wayfair market. The market was especially bad on holidays, Sundays, and virtually any day that it met. It was organized chaos, and sales of most available goods where bought and sold as well as several items that never existed before and still wouldn’t exist after putting down a sizable downpayment on them. Most people knew that to buy something or sell something at the Wayfair market, you had to be on top of your game, or at least in the farm division.
All of these weekend wayfaring warriors bumping and smoking and eating and buying and eww gross what the heck is that guy doing with that…? Know what? Never mind, it’s not even worth it. Everyone in the Mall-a-kasha looked as if they couldn’t care less what happened around them and were all completely oblivious of their surroundings, while at the same time paying strict attention to what everyone else was doing.
The large red head bobbed through the crowd like a buoy on the midmorning tide. She tried fighting against the current of people, but after an especially troublesome riptide developed, she maneuvered herself towards the outside edge of the crowd. When she finally freed herself from the flailing maelstrom, she found herself standing in front of a large woman draped in leather with a huge head, big ears, and big teeth.
“I’m really sorry maam, I was pushed into your way by all these people. It doesn’t even seem like anyone’s doing anything they look like they’re all just milling about.”
The woman looked her up and down and muttered to herself with a derisive “Mooooooo!”
“I’m new to all of this you see, and I don’t exactly fit in yet, but I’m looking to figure out some –”
“Mooooooo!”
The giant woman turned her black and white head to the side ignoring the Red haired girl and started to chew the hay that was strewn around her head in large bales.
“Oh, I can see that you’re eating. I didn’t mean to intterupt your lunch.”
The red haired girl surveyed the scene before her.
It was utter chaos.
It seemed as if there were three layers of people milling about in this whirlpool atmosphere all shouting and pointing and talking. On the outer layer of the stream were all the people who were hocking used, useful and fully useless wares. All of the vendors were shouting while sitting or standing and surrounded by all manner of junk, rugs, food, merchandise, papers, junkfood, scrolls, and a haberdashery of animals fit to fill a zoological garden.
Inside that outside sales layer was the tumultuous churning of the current people. All of them forging ahead towards the distant stalls, seemingly never content with any of the wares around them, these people seemed to always see stuff they need on the other side of the crowd until they achieved the other side of the crowd and tehen noticed something they just had to have on their living room mantle back on the otherside of the market. Of course, by the time they get there, the item they saw has either been sold or stolen or just plain broken by the surging crowds. Thus they surge ever forward contantly churning and swirling in smaller eddies and large scale waves of destruction and commercialism. Generally annoyed, tired and endlessly churning around in circles, the lagging lookylous were at the very least a valuable natural buffer between the hawkers and vendors and the inner circle of the square.
