- Aug 18, 2019
- Marital Status
- Character Profile
It was a rather busy day in the market today, which meant it was the perfect opportunity to nab some ingredients for her alchemy experiments today. She pulled her hair down, trying to make sure the tips of her ears were covered; though someone always saw through it sooner or later. She walked along the stalls, counting how many she had to go until she reached the one she needed. Fish monger, discount meat vendor, weird guy selling garbage, there was quite a collection of street vendors here in Noria, but only one that Ginger cared about. She smiled as she neared her herbal supplier, stepping behind a pair of housewives as to not be seen coming by the man. He hated her kind after all. She pulled what little coin she had out, just enough to buy what she needed. Stepping in behind the woman, Ginger put her payment onto the wooden top and rambled off what she wanted as fast as her tongue could pronounce it. "INeedTwoDreamCapsAndAPinchOfSalt!" She said, leaning back and trying to act casual, though the herb vendor in front of her looked at her as if she grew two heads. "I'm sorry, ma'am, could you speak a little slower?" He asked, crossing his arms as he looked her over. "Y-Yes sure." Ginger swallowed, trying to keep calm. He hadn't recognized her, so maybe she was in the clear. "I need two Dream Caps and a pinch of Sa-" "Hey, I've seen you before. You're that damn elf!" He shouted, cutting her off before she could finish. "I told you to never come back here. You're undercutting my potion sales you witch!" The vendor pointed a finger at her, leering towards her. "I'm not an-" "I know what you are, you're a freak is what you are!" He bellowed, swatting his hand towards her coins and sending them onto the busy street. "Get the hell out of here!" Ginger gasped and rushed to pick up her coins as they bounced off the cobblestone road. Dropping to her knees, she began to pick them up, hoping on hope some greedy pickpocket wouldn't swoop by and steal from her; it had taken her a month of saving to collect this much after all. She felt a bit of anger swelling up in her, as she cast a glare at the street merchant, who was currently grinning as she was forced to collect her coins like a peasant. Then she felt it, the familiar tingle about herself told her that a spell had been discharged. The anger vanished, as Ginger looked desperately for what she had done; the coins in her hand and in the street were now forgotten. Initially she didn't see anything that would have indicated there was anything wrong, until she caught a trace of smoke on the air. Her eyes widened, as she followed it to a stack of crates underneath the vendor's stall, smoke was beginning to billow out of them.
Ginger jumped up and rushed to the crates, trying to throw them out before they ignited, startling the street vendor as he hadn't caught on to what was happening. "Fire!" She cried, trying to pull out the smoking creates before they combusted. "You stupid Elf, what the hell are you doing?" The vendor shouted, his hands shoving Ginger onto the ground and causing her to drop the now smoldering crates as they burst into flame. Seeing what was now happening, the man stepped back, his finger pointed to Ginger as he began crying for the guards. "Guards! Guards!" He shouted, as he rushed to remove the rest of the creates as fire began to come to life on top of them.
A small crowd was starting to gather around the pair, as Ginger was raising to her feet. This hadn't gone at all like she planned. The vendor wasn't fast enough, as his stall began to catch aflame now, the man rushed to grab his goods before they were consumed by the fire, as a few other bystanders moved to help. Ginger tried to back off into the crowd, knowing that the guards would side with the vendor over her. A pair of hands grabbed her and held her fast though. "Where do you think you're going knife ears?" "Yea, don't let her get away!" A few voices in the crowd raised up, and despite her pleas it was clear she wasn't going anywhere. Someone threw a punch from behind her and sent her onto the ground, though another set of hands shoved her onto it. her face now pressed into the cobblestone road. "Please, I didn't mean to-" She stammered, trying to keep her emotions in check. She couldn't lose control, not again, someone was going to die if she did now. As the crowd was begining to turn violent against her, no one seemed to be interested in helping the poor girl out.