The market was exactly as Rey had imagined it: loud, smelly, crowded and hot. It was even worse because she didn’t understand what the vendors shouted at her as she passed by their stalls. Were they asking her to buy their wares? Did she have a stain on her dress that needed to be washed off? There was no way to know. She also struggled to keep up with Zaria in front of her, sometimes losing sight of the woman when someone cut across her path or she had to wait for one of the numerous porters carrying huge loads to pass before she could carry on walking. Even when she finally caught up Zaria would just give her a short glance before resuming her stroll through the market. The nonchalance in her eyes made Rey grit her teeth every single time; she had to tell herself over and over to lower h
