A colorful looking Ianthina emerges from the crowd, stepping closer to the table. You weren't able to make out their eyecolor - or if they have eyes, at all. In fact, if it weren'tfor the fail, one would assume they aren't even an Ianthina.

They put a bag onto the table and open it, and - one by one - they take out some items.

• Something made of wood, but not large: 
  • The first thing the Ianthina pulls out of the bag is…well, what is that? It’s circular and long things hang down from it. “A wind chime” the Ianthina responds. “I found it in a sunken ship. It is made of wood. The water already corroded most of the wood and metal in it, so I doubt it’ll make any noise.” They replied. They then hold up the wind chime by a cord – it’s about as big as ones palm.
• Something with meat: 
  • “Did you know”, the Ianthina said, “that there are multiple ways to prepare meat? Apparently other species have a preference for that.” With that being said, the Ianthina pulls out a small box. When opened, a long, sausage-looking thing appears. “When I was on the surface, someone gave this to me. Apparently it is called pork loin. The person who gave this to me said that you can fry it completely, or fry it and put it into the oven later on.”
• Something from the earth:
  • After rummaging the bag, the next item gets pulled out. And it is a stone. A fancy stone with – well, how do you describe the colors – reddish-orange colors. The Ianthina carefully puts it down. “A jasper.” They proclaim. “These stones usually get turned into gemstones, which will then get put into jewelery.”
• Something feathered:
  • The next item that gets pulled out of the bag is a square. A yellow square. “This, my dear, is a pillow. They are filled with feathers. Not all pillow are filled with feathers though, some are filled with so-called downs.” They said. They put down the pillow and open it up with the zipper. “However, this is a feather-pillow.”
• Something with yeast:
  • And last, but not least, the final item emerges from the bag. And it is…huh. Something small. Something round. Something…colorful? The Ianthina holds it up in one hand, and proclaims that is called “A muffin. Someone gifted me a muffin when I was on the surface. Muffins can have different fillings and tastes. This one is allegedly filled with chocolate drops, and the glazing is strawberry.”

A young ianthina walked along the market, looking about curiously with their arms full of items. They were here with their family who were selling some of their own things within the market. Onyx was very excited as they adventured around the night market. How they managed to not drop all of the items they had gathered for those searching for specific things.

• Something made with yeast:
  The young ianthina offered up a loaf of bread. It was clearly fairly fresh and still a bit warm. Perhaps a trade their family had. "This is made with yeast, I think! We had another loaf and that was really tasty, so I think this should count!" Onyx said as they held it up to the person.
• Something made of wood, but not large:
  The ianthina offered up the next item. "One of my parents made this. It's a wooden spoon and it's not that big. It's good for making food with or something. Or eating it with."
• Something sweet, but not dairy:
  "Oh, oh! This is a good one! My second favorite!" The child said excitedly, pulling out a sea urchin. "I love uni! It's really good and sweet and briny! It's one of my favorite snacks! And it's not dairy! Have you ever had uni before? You should try it if you haven't!"
• Something from the earth:
  The next item to be offered was a mango. "This grows from a tree, so it's from the earth. They're also really good, but I don't like them as much as uni." The ianthina's tail gave a little wave as they seemed much less enthused about this offering.
• Something soft, but not fuzzy:
  "I couldn't really find anything for this, not that I could bring for offer... There's this really soft piece of fabric I got. It's soft, but it's not fuzzy at all." Onyx explained kinda just tossing it into the pile after it was offered.
• Something fuzzy, but not soft:
  "This one was even harder.... I got a piece of baleen, does that count?" The ianthina questioned curiously, though seemed very unsure, a frown on their lips and finds down a little.
• Something with meat:
  "For the something with meat, I have this little meat pie. I haven't tried it, even though it smells really good...." The young ianthina was practically drooling a little.
• Something made of clay, but not plain:
  "So, this is a piece of pottery I found! It's clay and really colorful with designs!" Onyx offered up. "I think it's pretty and it's fits the requirements! Just don't cut yourself. It's sharp."
• Something feathered:
  "This isn't really *made* of feather, but it is feathers! One of my parents has wings, so they're his." Onyx shrugged a little and offered the rather pretty iridescent feathers regardless.
• Something beautiful:
  "This is one of the best ones! Had to save it for last!" The kid said with a big smile as they pulled out a little bag. They opened it to reveal smooth rocks that were colorful. Most were pale in color but there were a few that stuck out, particularly red ones that stuck out like a sore thumb. It was sea glass. They reached out and grabbed a handful, offer it. "Isn't it pretty!! This absolutely counts as something beautiful! I've worked really hard to collect all of this myself!"

The night market was a gamble on a good day, and they truly wished with all their heart that it was a good day. Better than a bad day, one didn’t talk about the bad days. They moved through the crowd with as much care as one could, keep a hand on your satchel and pray a pickpocket didn’t slip through your defences. Elbows ever at the ready, the ianthina spotted the table they’d been seeking–jab once here, toss a sneer there; and boom, you’re free!

This had been a monumental task, the kind of thing one really went out of their way to break a sweat over. But, one must never let that be known; best to let it seem like a breeze. That you’re a professional. Not desperate. Never desperate. Just a side hobby–just something you’d like; a curiosity, not a need. They offer a pleasant smile as they approach with one hand firmly on the strap of their bag “Evenin’,” they say by way of greeting “I’ve got a few items here that I thought might be worth your time.”

A few? What a laugh.

Try not to seem too desperate will you?

Something soft, but not fuzzy

• For this was somehow the most difficult hurdle for them to overcome. So they’d left it for last and in the end had been something a little…half-assed. The item in question was round and shaped like a rather tasty red fruit. They squeeze it in one fist, the plush fruit so to say had been run through once upon a time with a fair number of needles and they swore they’d seen something similar on the wrists and desks of the odd tailor and seamstress they’d visited once. The fruit plush was bright red,a tomato they thought it was called. It wobbles where it’s placed. “A small cushion, the fabric is smooth but it squishes in your hand rather nicely–go on, give it a squeeze.”

Something fuzzy, but not soft

• For them, this was a find–spilling out with satisfying splashes from far overhead. They’d tasted one from the handful they’d scooped; truly more precious in their mind than gold. They withdraw the fruit from their bag where they’d carefully wrapped it in a clean slip of cloth; its fuzzy flesh tickling their fingers as they offer it forth “It’s a kiwi,” they say by way of explanation “Fuzzy outside, firm yet tasty inside.”

Something sweet, but not dairy

• Anything liquid under the sea was always a gamble, the viscous liquid within was sweet but not painfully so. In fact it had paired rather nicely with some tea and bread they’d enjoyed for their first meal of the day. This was the last of the small haul they’d lucked upon in what they’d understood to have once been a ship’s kitchen. “Maple syrup,” their smile is softer now, a little self indulgent and maybe a little hesitant as if they truly hated to part with this item in particular placing the little glass bottle on the table “Goes great with many things ya’ know?”

Something with yeast

• Things of such a nature often did not do well at sea. Something about the air but sometimes, one got lucky. The kind of thing one often wanted to be on a hunt for treasure such as they. They pulled them out, the freshest of the batch and offered forth one plain bagel and the second one, a darker brown spotted with pieces of dried fruit–the smell of it was heavenly and as such, they knew to save it for this very transaction. “Bagels,” they grin, a flash of pearly whites in evident joy “The plain one is a classic to have a benchmark but the second, cinnamon raisin. The cinnamon has a lovely aroma and even better taste with the raisins within. If you have butter or perhaps even some of that maple syrup…?”

Something with meat

• Meat. Protein. Tasty. To go fresh and hot, to go with lasting; they mentally hummed and hawed over this one for a while. There was seemingly an even number of pros versus cons to be had, but to dry meat and infuse the strips of beef with rich flavours was truly an art. They offer the pouch forth “Jerky,” another smile maybe in amusement at the name given to such a tasty thing, oftentimes it seems the most tasty things had the silliest names “Fresh meat, sliced, marinated, laid out, and cooked. This flavour in particular is garlicky, sweet with a tang and a hint of smoke.”

Something made of wood, but not large

• Commonplace? Maybe. But, the possibilities were endless–maybe bartering one’s own creations was toeing too close to the line of arrogance. They run their thumb idly over the smooth head of the thing within their bag before they withdraw it to hold in one hand for a moment. Almost hesitation. Again. Are you not desperate? Gently they place the hand carved creature upon the table. It was a carved piece of wood, the finer quality stuff that often times decorated the cabin of a ship’s Captain more than the driftwood or the rotten sorts that made up the many sunken wrecks “It’s a cat,” they say, their voice feeling rather young and small as they say this “Walnut wood.” the little creature had been one they’d spotted on a smaller fishing vessel, it would have been so very easy to steal aboard for a closer look–do away with the humans and spare the thing, the thing called a cat that looked so wonderful–the thing they carved did the creature justice, it’s soft mouth upturned in a slight smile while it’s eyes remained closed in an expression of contentment–with love.

Something made of clay, but not plain

• Many useful things were made of clay. So were many beautiful things. Even plain things. Simple things. Bowls and plates, vases, knick knacks and sculptures. They’d chosen a bowl to offer to the stall owner. To call such an item elegant felt a little silly but the care put into the bowl was evident. The bright whorls of colours blended together with the gentle strips of pure white peeking through. The rim was painted a bright, shining gold. The entire thing glazed without error “Who couldn’t use another bowl?”

Something from the earth

• What around them wasn’t from the earth? They wanted to ask. It was a lovely thing, if they’d wanted to try for that arrogance again–they’d try two birds one stone. A clay pot and within sat a squat little plant. Sharp but…dare they say…cute? “Plants are from the earth are they not?” a half-smile as the place the cactus down and adjust the simple loop of twine around the belly of the pot “A cactus. I…can’t say I know the exact name for it but it’s nice to look at isn’t it?”

Something feathered

• They could be cocky. They could offer forth a seabird and call it a day but they had the feeling that sort of thing wouldn’t, heh, fly with the proprietor. They draw the item out…and out…and out. It’s long and a soft white, many birds had died to make this thing they were certain. “I think it’s a scarf,” they say as the wrap it around their neck and flick it with a flair, offering forth once again, their most dazzling smile before unwinding it and placing it in a neat little pile nearby their other items “It’s clean, and soft and most importantly, made of feathers though the fashion applications are…questionable.” Not that they could comment much one way or another on such things with their plain attire.

Something beautiful

• This item was a classic. The sorts one found in the classic sunken chests that dotted the wrecks. They pull it out by the handle, half covered by their softest cloth. The handle and the larger surface area of the hand mirror was polished silver with intricate carvings spiralling around and upwards like dainty vines, decorated with tiny detailed flowers. The glass remained unshattered. And most importantly? The entire thing remained untarnished. Gingerly they lay it upon the table and step back “The mirror itself is quite lovely,” beautiful “But…forgive me for being so bold to say that the reflection one might find within to be more beautiful than the item itself.”

Looking at the table, at the goods presented forth they feel keenly as though they were on trial. Waiting to be granted passage to...well, best not to think about it. After all, there was only so much one could scavenge and hunt...or steal.

An Ianthia strode through the night market, enjoying all the different smells and sights. Everything looked so interesting, but they reminded themself to stay focused. There was only one place they would be trading at tonight, and they had gathered a wide array of things for that purpose. They were coming up towards the stand now, and grinned at the merchant. They dropped their things on the table, one by one.

Something soft, but not fuzzy

First, a bag full of sand. “I was having trouble with this one- after all, soft and fuzzy are usually used interchangeably.” They said thoughtfully. “But then I realized there was sand in my shoes, and even though it’s itchy sometimes, if you stick your hand in, it feels soft.” They offered the bag over so Ennis could feel for herself. "It's quite calming to play with when you're stressed."

Something fuzzy, but not soft

Next, they dropped a coconut on the table. “I wasn’t quite sure what you were looking for on this one,” they said with a frown, “but coconuts are certainly fuzzy, and they aren’t very soft.” They knocked on the coconut for good measure to display the clunk sound it made. “Plus, it tastes good. And if there’s someone you don’t like, you can throw it at them!”

Something sweet, but not dairy

Moving on before Ennis could respond, they put down a triangle-shaped slice of something yellow-brown and sweet-smelling. It was covered in crunchy nuts and fluffy. “It’s almond cake,” they explained. “Dairy free! No need to worry about eating it if you’re lactose intolerant! And it’s certainly sweet.” They stopped to give the cake a good sniff, glancing at it longingly for just a moment.

Something with yeast

Bringing themself back to what they were doing, they put down a pastry wrapped in cloth. It was flaky and drizzled with something brown and sweet. “This one does have dairy, but it’s also sweet, and definitely made with yeast.” They explained. “It’s a chocolate croissant. You can eat them for breakfast, for a snack, for dessert- really any time of day!”

Something with meat

Next they put down a bowl of rice mixed with chunks of meat. The smell of numerous spices wafted into the air, and the Ianthia grinned. “I was tempted to go the easy route and use fish, but I’m sure you’ve tasted fish a million times. This is a classic Sayil dish! You're bound to love it."

Something made of wood, but not large

They pushed the bowl aside as they pulled out a wooden ship built with a lot of detail, and small enough to fit in the palm of their hand. “It’s modeled after my ship,” They explained gleefully. “It even floats on water, like a real ship. It can’t really go underwater, but most wooden things can’t. Maybe you could race it with your friends."

Something made of clay, but not plain

They took out a container with a detachable lid, painted with imagery of fish and carved with patterns and designs. It was dark tan, with some other colors where the fish where painted. It even had a handle shaped like a splash of water. “This will be useful for storing all of the food. I assume you won’t eat it all at once.” They glanced at the numerous food items already laid out on the table. “It isn’t waterproof, though, so be careful.”

Something from the earth

Clay was from the earth, but they decided Ennis probably wanted two separate things. So they opened the lid of the clay container and pulled out a rock. Upon first glance it seemed to be an ordinary, mundane rock, but then the Ianthia turned it over to reveal sparkling purple crystals inside. “A geode! Very pretty. You can keep it like this as decoration, or even turn it into jewelry!”

Something feathered

Next they put down something that looked like… a lump, covered in feathers. It was certainly colorful. “A feathered hat,” they said, adjusting the feathers with care. “I made it myself.” They informed her proudly. “You can put it on your head, hang it up for decoration, or whatever else you want to do with it!”

Something beautiful

Lastly, they put down the very bag they had been carrying all of their things in, and pushed it into the light so Ennis could get a proper look. It was a knapsack with beautiful embroidery depicting different scenes that appeared to be modeled after times of day. One was a sunset, another a moon, and so on. “Not only beautiful, but functional.” They reasoned. “What’s more beautiful than something that can hold other beautiful things?”

After they had laid down everything, they looked up at Ennis eagerly. “Anything catch your eye?” They ventured hopefully.

A caelian made his way into the night market. He seemed like he knew where he was going and what he was doing despite the oddity of his appearance. A dark black cloak covered his shoulders and hair, leaving much of his physical attributes to the imagination. What could be seen of his clothing indicated a traveler, although the way he carried himself hinted at a familiarity to the city itself. He didn't do any wandering, instead walking directly up to the the first merchant he can spot. He made a point to look up and down Ennis before digging a hand into his outfit. A moment later, he brought out an item. "I heard you're looking for some shit." Carefully placing the object down, he reached for a second one. When he spoke again, a smirk formed on his lips. "How about this?"

• Something soft, but not fuzzy
  • The caelian gestured to the first small object he pulled out. "It's called jelly." He went to lift the cover off of the plate, revealing a semi-see-through cherry red substance. It kept its square shape, but the simple act of removing the lid caused it to wobble. "It's a desert. But it's real fucking strange, isn't it? It's wobbly and smooth, but also surprisingly soft and squishy. It's easy to eat too- a friend of mine feeds it to sick people to help them recover." He gently poked the food and chuckled as it quivered. "There are a few different flavors sold by vendors all along the frozen wastes. This one is cherry."
• Something fuzzy, but not soft
  • He went to tap at a clay pot that he pulled out second. In it rested a plant; it was a dark green, no larger than three inches in height. The surface was bumpy, but what really identified it were the thin, white spikes that sprouted from each bump. "This is a cactus." He bought it from a vendor in Dolsia that dipped their toes in the Sybil forest, but he wasn't going to say that. "Looks fuzzy, but each one of these little fuckers is a spike." He lifted his finger to place a nail on said part. "Fine if you gently tap it, but if you try to grab it it'll stab you. Vicious little thing. But it doesn't move or otherwise harm so if you treat it with care, it's harmless." He smirked. "Fun to prank people with, that's for damn sure. And it looks interesting so it's a rather unique decoration piece. Real fucking hardy for a plant, too, so it's tough to kill- just don't overwater it."
• Something sweet, but not dairy
  • "This-" The caelian dug out his next item and placed it next to the jelly. "-is called rock candy." The treat was presented on a stick, about six inches long. One side of it was bare while the remaining five inches were covered in a hard, rather translucent purple material. "You hold it on the bare side and crunch the other part. It's essentially sugar condensed into these crystal-like forms. No dairy, just tooth rotting sweetness." He smiled. "Quite fun to bite and there isn't too much on that stick so you won't get sick." He hummed again, trying to see the merchant's reaction. "All the kids in my neighborhood fucking love this stuff. I'm not a fan of sweets, but my boyfriend says they're pretty fucking good and he's rather well versed in candy."
• Something with yeast
  • He clicked his tongue before bringing out his next offered item. "This, however, shouldn't be given to kids. It's one of my boyfriend's favorite things, but I don't give it to him all that often." The caelian slid a rather tall glass bottle onto the table. "It's called beer. An alcohol made from yeast. This bottle's brew is nutty and mild in flavor." The drink was amber in coloration, tiny bubbles danced along the inside of the green-tinted glass. It was sealed by a cork. "Be careful though-" He tilted his head. "-it's so fucking good that some people get addicted. This particular brew is on the stronger side." He tapped at the glass and hummed as some of the bubbles traveled to the top of the liquid and popped. "Shake it a bit and you'll have a surprise when you open it. Just be sure to point it away from you." He shrugged. "Not sure if you've had it before, but beer generally makes people more relaxed and open while shutting down thoughts."
• Something with meat
  • "Next-" The caelian took a large breath and reached into his pocket once again. Out came a collection of cut meats carefully sealed in a plastic bag. "Pickled pork." His near-constant smirk turned into a grin. "This cut is still raw, so you'll have to boil it in water if you want to cook it. But it'll keep for months without any additional prepwork or tools." It was something his family did back in Dolsia- when they were alive, anyways. Setting it onto the table, he gestured for the merchant to take a closer look. "Freshly hunted and prepared by yours truly. Should be enough in here to feed about four people." He'd packed a rather fatty part of the pig; the shoulder.
• Something made of wood, but not large
  • "Now, let's get off the food for a minute, shall we?" He reached into his cloak. A moment later, he set a piece of blackened material onto the barter table. It was shaped in an unnatural way- somehow cut and formed into a rough yet long tube of sorts. "Wood charcoal. Made from burnt wood, this has a surprising amount of applications. This piece here is shaped for the purpose of drawing and art." He knew that this might be a bit of a long shot in terms of trading, but he had an ace up his sleeve for it. "Let me show you a few more things before I fully explain what this shit can do." Hopefully by now he had the merchant's attention.
• Something made of clay, but not plain
  • "Here's another object that might need a moment of explanation." He then placed a strange looking clay object into the fray, gently pushing aside some of the foodstuffs. It was, again, cylindrical in shape. For the most part, it was smooth- about two inches in length. One end was flat but the other? "This is called a stamp." Lifting the item, he flipped it onto its flat side to reveal a small design. Three flowers bunched together in a simple yet somewhat elegant design. "I'll show you how to use it in a moment, but the general idea is that you press this into a liquid drying pigment and place this design any-fucking-where you want."
• Something from the earth
  • "Speaking of liquid drying pigment..." He was quick to show this after the last one, hoping he hadn't lost the vendor's interest. But it was crucial to reveal this in steps to give a wow factor of sorts. Something he learned while in his travels. "How about this shit?" He lightly slammed another glass bottle onto the table. This one, however, differed from the beer. The container was short and wide- about an inch tall and twice that in diameter. "Oil-based ink." He traded for this in the frozen wastes and almost immediately saw its potential. "Takes a while to dry, but it's permanent." Here's to hoping that the merchant found it as interesting as he did. "It won't ever go bad and this small bottle goes a long fucking way." The caelian went to pop open the sealing cork and grabbed the stamp. Stretching out his right palm, he revealed a white glove. His left was a black one, so obviously this was planned. He carefully dipped just the tip of the stamp into the ink, let the extra liquid drop off, and pressed the stamp into his white-gloved palm. After a beat, he removed the stamp and tapped the design-less side onto the table. He then tilted his hand towards the merchant. "And there you fucking go. In a couple of hours this'll be a bit less fragile. In a few days, it'll be permanent." He chuckled. "And the best fucking part?" He nodded towards the stamp. "Reusable." He repeated the stamp process on a different part of his glove. "See?"
• Something feathered
  • He placed the stamp down. "Next is something similar." Reaching his left hand into his cloak, he brought out another item. This one appeared to be a feather. Black in coloration, long and soft, it was obvious that this was from a caelian. Who exactly? He's not planning to say. At the end of the feather, on the shaft, there was a sharp stone. Wrapped onto the feather, it matched the coloration rather well. "This is called a quill. Made from a feather, it's a sturdy writing utensil." There was a chance that the merchant has heard of a quill. But he knew better than to assume anything. "It's used in combination with any liquid based pigment, just like the stamp." He let the object rest on the table for a moment so that the merchant could inspect the quality. Then, he brought out his last object.
• Something beautiful
  • As it was placed on the table, the caelian took a long breath. This was the make or break. He said nothing for a while, letting the merchant look over it. The item was a book. But not just any book, it was hand-bound and leather-covered. The paper was handmade as well. It took him a while to make this object and he poured passion into every ounce of it. The front was covered in a simple yet clean floral design. There were a good 100 sheets in that binding. "A hand crafted notebook." He turned on his confidence once more. "This..." He went to open the cover. The first page was loose. "Is what you can do with it." He first reached for the stamp. He dipped it into the ink and placed the pattern along the edge. Then, he set it down and grabbed the quill. Once more dipping the object into the ink, he wrote Ianthina with a swooped flourish. Carefully placing the quill down, he paused. "And finally." He reached for the charcoal. With it, he drew a clean box around the word. He shaded the outside of the outlined box with the flattened side of the charcoal, creating a little bit of depth. "As you can see, charcoal makes excellent texture, the quill is a precise writing tool, the stamp elegantly framed everything, ink allowed this to happen, and the notebook made it all possible."

An Ianthina with lionfish fins would walk up with her hand just casually on the bag. Seemingly not worried about people trying to steal her bag. She would've been seen around before everyother month. She smiles at ennis, "my name is volitas and i gots some goodies to trade this month" she takes a box out of her bag and opens it in a way that ennis cant see the items.

              "I have some fuzzy glowing rocks from dolsia. " she takes out some rocks with moss and glowing algae on them. "Well, the rocks dont glow by themselves the algae makes em glow-" she realizes ennis probably already knows about the algae and awkwardly smiles abit. "But anyways the caelians use em as lamps so thst could be useful"

             She then takes out another rock. This one being sorta pink and purple in color. "I actually came across this myself and got it out of the ground. This is a spirit quartz. Did you know that crystals can help you? Spirit quartz are quite beneficial, it helps with aligning your 'chakras' " she states not exactly knowing what shes talking about since its been awhile since she heard information about these types of things. 

           She looks into the box again and smiles even more. "Heres another caelian item. This one.. i actually made with a friend i made in sayli." She takes out a feathered cape cap. There would be two pearls on it connecting the two sides to eachother. She wears it to show it off abit and then takes it off. Putting it down by the two items.

       She then takes out a sponge and squeezes it. Its soft but not fuzzy "Ah i love doing that. Anyways this is what humans use to clean their dishes and other items. Someone could come by and actually need this."

           She pulls out a folded up blanket and unfolds it. "I find the pattern to be beautiful in my opinion.i just realized It actually looks like a flower" she folds it twice and sets it on the table.

Volitas sets down a clay sculpture of a dog on the table. With fingerprints all over it. She smiles "its quite cute aint it?" She lets ennis inspect it before going onto the next item

            She takes out a wooden teaset. The wooden bowl having grapes in it. The plate having an avocado toast on it. "A teaset, grapes which are very sweet, and  Avocado toast." She takes out three sticks with varying sorts of meat on them. "Mushroom, Fish and deer meat i hunted and cooked over a fire just before i came here so their still warm. Want to share with me..? Id love to share my absolute favorite snack." She takes a bite out of one of them and offers another to ennis.

Florya arrives at the market only carrying a few items, and approaches Ennis, with a small smile. Her shy demeanor being a result of not leaving her homestead for a while.

"Ennis," she said simply. "I've brought some handmade things for trade." As the slender hand heaved two baskets onto the table.
"I've designed and crafted a couple of these soft toys from recycled cloth, and filled with cotton and some lavender for a relaxing cuddle," she said, picking up a skull (possibly skull?) head design doll and placing it on the table, then taking a couple of quills and placing it beside the doll, the feather that was fitted on the pen tip resembling some of the smaller feathers from her wings. "The pen tips of these quills are still in top condition but the original feather was sundered by time. I simply refurnished them, but I have way too many."

"These last two..." she trailed over as she turned the other basket over to Ennis. "A small amount of wheat, which curiously made me sneeze a bit, some of my family flowers infused honey, and some flowers from my garden... Which started overgrowing..."

"I hope this is ok..."

Something sweet, but not dairy

A bundle of candy made from crystals of sugar that have formed on sticks. The crystals are brittle enough that teeth can easily bite through them. Each stick is coated with a different colour of crystals, each containing a different flavour among the sugar. They’ve been placed in a translucent pouch, in which you can see a few crystals that have already broken off at the bottom.

Something with yeast

A piece of bread with dough leans on the heavier side, and has a sweet taste to it when eaten. The top has been decorated with a braided pattern of dough that spirals from the center to the outside. It’s crust is a rich golden-brown, as it was brushed with an egg wash before being baked.

Something made of wood, but not large

A small carving of a raven. Carved lines mark its sides to give the appearance of feathers, which appear to glisten under the black paint when moved in light. It’s legs are missing the feathery sheen, and the talons appear chipped. It seems like the creator may have struggled to complete them.

Something made of clay, but not plain

A water jug made from clay that has been painted with an opaque type of paint. It shows a scene of a sun setting behind the trees of a swamp.. Despite the jug’s smaller size, the painting has incredible detail. Algae and floating plants dot the water, and moss grows on the trees.

Something from the earth

A bundle of undried wheat that has been tied with a thin red ribbon around three times on the stalks. The ribbon tied by the heads of each plant is looser than the others, as to not break the stems. The bundle has also been transported upside down in order to preserve it.

//I know it's shorter than the requested, but I ended up being too busy to write more- I can always come back and edit each one to be longer if desired.//

• Something soft, but not fuzzy - A blanket. A warm and soft blanket made of silk and patterned beautifully on top is presented. With details stretching into telling part of a story, perhaps a quilt would be a better term for it. 

• Something fuzzy, but not soft - A short length pelt. Pelt of a fox or perhaps a coyote, maybe even a bear? It'd unknown as to what it originally belonged to, but it's certainly fuzzy, without a doubt. 

• Something sweet, but not dairy - Chocolate made of cacao and sugar. A simple recipe done, yet something that takes a lot of work to achieve. A worthwhile investment for most. 

• Something with yeast - Bread. A warm and freshly baked loaf, prepared for the trade perhaps? It's a mystery that the child there cannot reveal. 

• Something with meat - A bird. With colorful wings, it flutters while resting chained to the stick it sat upon. It's kept there to avoid struggles of having to catch it over and over again. 

• Something made of wood, but not large - A water shaped stick. Driftwood as humans call it. Fallen into the water who knows how long ago, and shaped by rough currents and underwater pressures, rubbing against rocks that scored away its original state of a bark covered branch. 

• Something made of clay, but not plain - Carved clay pot. Hand carved with delicate strokes of a blade, cautious to damage the pot beyond what was intended. Scores of intricate designs patterned within its surface. 

• Something from the earth - A flower. Purple and simple, a small flower that was just opening to reveal its gorgeous interior, with green nubs of its inner stock, lightly littering the inside of its form. 

• Something feathered - A feather. From a bird, obviously. But was it an eagle? Or maybe a bigger form of hawk. Which type of either? Who knows, but it's a unique item all the same. 

• Something beautiful - A mirror. Formed with hand carved techniques, and a lot of care and attention put into it, leaving it in a perfect shine, that reflects whoever holds it exactly as they appear, but nothing more nor less. 

An Ianthia that looked as though they stepped from the night sky, brought over a bag of a multitude of items. "I know I'm late, but I spent a lot of time looking for everything." They spoke quietly.