Elizabeth walked carefully along the cobblestone path, feeling rather out of place among the other patrons. Her lively dress stood out among the others, who seemed almost to be wearing mourning clothes. What a dreary place this was! And yet, she had heard it was also the place to find special, unique items, and she was quite curious.

If only most of them weren't so morbid looking.

Still, she was rather fascinated by the different stalls around her. Some things were clearly old, and with the prices she knew she wouldn't find any commoners here. Other things were handcrafted, beautiful and yet haunting. She wouldn't be surprised if there were ghosts inhabiting many of these things. She shivered.

But she wouldn't turn back. She had a mission for today - find something cute and pretty to bring home. Usually that wasn't a very difficult task, but this market was quite different from her usual shopping places.

Suddenly, though, she came across a stall that caught her eye. "Oh my," she said quietly, approaching the stand and looking over what they had.