The Blackfog Bazaar was more than Hyde could have ever hoped for. People excitedly flitted from store to store, filling the spiced air with charged yet idle background chatter. The sense of exhilaration was tangible just standing there, as it permeated the air like the suspended magic. Clear shouts from shop keepers advertising their wares cut through the chittering flow of voices.

"Flesh Weaver! Come buy your Flesh Weaver! It's not free but it's more than worth it! Only place to get your Flesh Weaver!" A holler sparkled from the mouth of one of the many shop clerks. Hyde hardly had time to glance at each indescribable contraption, as his eager eyes danced across the impossible displays of foreign noises. The whirring of machinery and tinkle of bells floated sporadically through the air, very much in the same fashion as the vibrant potion-haze. It ignited the sky with an explosion of colours, mimicking the Aurora Borealis as it danced above the mass's heads. Edward gasped in childish awe, inhaling a melange of distinct scents that shouldn't smell pleasant together, but did: sulphur, spices, freshly baked cookies, marker, dragon fruit and grease. For once in his 2 years of existence, Edward Hyde was without words.

After absorbing each aspect of the bazaar, he was shaking in anticipation to examine the first stand that caught his fancy. He eagerly dashed forwards, weaving in and out of the forest of criminals, shoppers and sketchy individuals, heading towards a stand adorned with sharp shiny objects.

Tonight was going to be wild.

This was a writing exercise, hence it being so short and descriptive.