[se] stealing away, like time (open)

Maea

And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die

The prices weren't that terrible, all things considered. And the quality of the merchandise was tolerable, even excellent in some cases. As she moved from stall to stall, eyes roaming stacks of books, piles fur, heaps and piles of plates, cups, weapons, gadgets and jewelry, Maea tried to figure out what sort of things Amun might like. The books were a hard pass; none of them had pictures in them. And the kitchenware - not only did he have little use for it, but he could make better quality stuff himself. Weapons... it was a possibility, though seemed far too grim a reminder of bad times to come - she wanted to cheer him up, not add more gloom.

That left trinkets, accessories and clothes. Spotting a stand full of glittering chains, necklaces, rings and baubles, the girl inched up to it and leaned in to have a closer look. The vendor gave her ratty coat and worn boots a long stare, and folded their arms across a narrow chest with a disapproving expression. Maea ignored them.

And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh