Once they had quenched their thirsts and sated their hunger, Surya sneaked out with Vidyut to stroll through the market. The sun had set entirely by now, the night sky turning dark blue. The wooden plank fence around the trading post kept the chilling winds at bay. Hawking traders lined both sides of the streets, standing behind their carts, peddling an array of merchandise, from painted clay toys to silverwares to sweet and savory food.
The twinkling little lamps dangling above them swung lightly in cold air and made it seem like a magical street waiting to be explored. Customers wrapped thick, fur coats hustled from one stall to next, haggling with the merchants on the prices of the wares. Surya's nose tingled with sharp scents of aromatic oils while his mouth watered at the smell of freshly fried milk dumpling soaked in syrup.
"Do you want one?" Vidyut asked, following Surya's gaze.
Surya shook his head, ignoring his watering mouth.
