A old woman was bickering with the merchant, it was three apples and she wanted to bring down the price, Amelia noted to her self that it was bartering not just bickering, even though the old woman- had a very nice hair pin, it wasn’t actually holding her hair up, so it would be easy to swipe.
Amelia shook her head, she was getting distracted again, the old woman now looked as if she would hit the merchant, two apples and a particular hair pin were gone before any one could bat an eye at the punch the merchant received.

The jade hair pin looked nice in the light, in the shape of a snake rearing its head, adding the ruby in its eyes and the other little precious stones that made up some scales; it was a very pretty piece all in all.
The thief put the pin in her own hair with a smile and kept walking, her teeth biting into an apple while the other slipped into her pocket. The woman’s eyes scanned over the crowd in the bazaar, none of them knowing, none of them caring about anything else but getting the best bargains at that moment.

Amelia chuckled to her self and took out her knife; the well polished blade glinted in the light as it cut pieces out of the shiny red apple, she didn’t want to get apple juice on her face after all.
By the time she reached the stall she had been looking for, she had already finished her apple, the core and its exposed seeds were all that was left. Amelia sighed and dropped it then looked up with a smile at the sword smith, “do you sharpen blades?” she asked kindly, her eyes taking in every expression the man showed as his eyes met hers.

She looked thick to say the least, rich, but thick, the cloak she was wearing was clearly new and also clearly expensive (stolen too but no one who knew was mentioning that), her eyes showed nothing, not no emotion, simply knowing nothing.
It was a sad sight on a pretty girl, Amelia even caught a hint of pity for her, this man was known to be good at bargaining but he didn’t even have to try with a girl who looked like this.
How very wrong he was, Amelia used his gullibility, just as he tried to use hers, “I’m sorry, you’ll have to buy a whet stone for that” he then pointed at the small basket, and quoted a price that was well over the top.
Amelia pointed at a dagger behind him instead and before he had even picked the item off the wall, a stone was gone. With a sigh and a silly grin, The woman shook her head and walked away, the small stone didn’t even show as it sat in her pocket.

She didn’t know whether is was from what went on when her father punished her, or perhaps from her close calls with the guard, or even the pin in her hair. But when someone screamed “Thief!” Amelia turned and frowned at the shouter, they seemed to be pointing at her, with an innocent look though, the woman walked over to the guard.
“Did you mean me?” She asked with a smile, the old woman was next to her, clearly having seen the pin in the thief’s hair. The guard looked dumfounded that she walked up to him, yet the ex-owner of the pin was adamant “I want my hair pin back” the old woman snarled, Amelia frowned and removed the hair pin from her hair and looked at it, “my mother gave this to me, it is mine I assure you” she was calm and collected.

“Check the dragon’s nose, it had a chip, it always annoyed me when I was a child, my father gave it to me I remember it too well” the guard frowned as he looked at it, “it’s a snake, not a dragon” he said sounding tired or bored. The old woman blinked in surprise as Amelia put it back in her hair, “thank-” the old woman it seemed was not done yet, “Snake or dragon, I don’t care, check the nose, it is mine!”
Amelia sighed and nodded her thanks to the guard who was now ready to restrain the old woman, it was a tiny crack in the nose not a chip anyway, tut tut.

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