Surely, a faerie market would not be like an average flea market or a simple outdoor vegetable market held on a Saturday morning in a town square! It might be in an evil looking, remote and murky woods. Hmmm... Do you think that fresh deadly nightshade would be sold there?
Christina Rossetti in her poem, about the evil "The Goblin Market", "do not to eat their fruits... For who knows upon what they fed their evil, thirsty roots?" (Ummm... Goblins, of course, are of the Unseelie Court, the bad faeries.)
It is said in faerie lore that the fey vigorously protect their privacy and loathe being spied on. Humans who unsuspectingly came upon a faerie market full of merrily gabbling little folk dressed in green, red and blue, the little men in top hats and smoking long white clay pipes, the tiny women in immaculate white aprons and caps, --- yes, perhaps while strolling over a misty moor in the very early morning, might pay dearly by being struck with rheumatism for the rest of their lives. Or, if they were actually able to buy anything at a faerie market, might find that their purchase of beautiful jewelry or a fine little pony, for which they paid good coin, had turned to dried leaves, a stinking fungus or a noisily croaking little frog the next day.
Faeries are very tricky!!!
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