Pema maneuvered around the towering suits of clothes that passed by and bumped into her. It was quite a congested town, even moreso in this market area. For a person of her size, well, it was far from easy to see what was ahead, more often than not.
Still, Pema steeled her composure, her determination shining through.
Barterers and merchants bellowed of there wares and valuables, while banter from everyone else made it challenging for Pema to hear her own thoughts.
She lightly tapped her hand on the staff, and screamed loudly within the lively crowd, "Hey, Salem! Can you fly us over these people or something?!"
"It's not really flying; more like hovering," Salem's voice echoed back, "But yes, I should be able to float us over their heads."
The green gems on the staff began to glow, and Salem floated upwards with Pema grabbing on. He spoke again, "Where to?"
"Hmmm..." Pema squinted as she scanned around the vast area. She eventually spotted a man fervently waving a drumstick around, behind a wooden booth.
A wide grin stretched across her face, "There! Onward, Salem!
TO THE FOOOOD!"
"... You'll have to be a little more specific, I'm afraid," Salem sighed.
"There! That thingie over there! The man waving that peice of chicken around! Or is it turkey? Mutton?" She pondered, then shook her head, "Whatever, let's go!"
Salem flew her over everyone's heads, steadily reaching the meat stand. Meanwhile, onlookers below marveled at the mysterious flying girl.
"L-Look, right there! How in God's name is she flying?!" An old man combed his fingers through what little hair he had left on his head, staring at Pema in disbelief.
"Incredible! Absolutely incredible!" A child-bearing woman cried out.
"That's super awesome!" A little boy cheered out, while a few other people waved at her, not minding this odd event.
"Th-that girl... Is she a witch?!" A young man gasped, his eyes bulging out, "See, look there! Th-that long object she holding onto! That's a broom, right?! She's... Sh-She's a WITCH!"
The old man looked ahead, as Pema was already in the distance, "No, I don't believe that was a broom. It looked like some kind of pole or, or a staff, perhaps."
"N-No! I think it was a broom!" The young man yelled hysterically, "That girl is a witch!
A WITCH, I TELLS YA!!!"
His arms started spasming and he tossed them up, white foam forming inside his mouth.