"Oh I don' know abou' tha'..." A voice; smooth, amiable and husky. It crooned ever so conversationally from over Lilith's shoulder in a pardon me kind of tone and manner.

A wide flaring halo of flame bright kinks curled and draped in an unruly fashion around a rather pleasantly moonish face. What little sun had been filtering through the overcast skies that plagued RhyDin these past few days caught the ripening gleam of apple cheeks, her smile growing when Lilith would turn to see about the voice that called to her.

"Usually if ya' like somethin', tha' means it's jus' perfec' fer ya' pretty lass." Pale fingers gave a wiggling flourish and gestured then to the dress in the shop's window.

"'Tis a fine garb t'be sure, looks jus' righ' for a nigh' of fireligh' and dancin'." A little nod of that head came then as that wiggling gesture turned into a wiggling wave. Pearly teeth spread in a bright smile once more before the fiery buxom took just enough steps backwards into the throng of the market-goers coming and going to meld away.

Was it magic? Was it divine intervention' No, it was Lilliana on a stroll through the market, just a lucky passerby of chance.