The bright shiny sun rised.. the birds singed.. the woman woke up with a depressed face
Her name is Marise who is now currently 203 years old and had lived for a very long time, she wished for a peaceful death as she is getting tired having the life of an immortalism
Everyone said its a blessing while she says its a curse
She cant find the reasoning on why people would ever want her powers if possible she would just trade it for Death..
Marise prepared herself to go to the marketplace, she put on a nice underdress (chemise), followed by a tunic or kirtle (a long, floor-length or ankle-length outer garment)
she took out her bag and put on a cloak for protection from the sun and head on out