Snippet #2295889

Aria had weaved herself through the back alleys over to a quiet stall selling trinkets and nicknacks. The person behind the stall kept his gaze on Aria in distrusting manner, but she managed not to pay much head. She picked up a trinket and an her hand over it gently her left arm the one burnt remained at her side un-moving so as to grab any money she might need to give i she found anything that caught her interest. Setting down the trinket she picked up another running her thumb over its smooth polished edges and intricket weaving design. Aria ran her thumb up and down over the object feeling slightly sad. It's grooves and weaves reminded her of her long forgotten home in the southern air temple with its strange and grooved doors.

The person behind the shabby stall watched Aria trace over the trinket before he got bored with her and went back to counting money from what Aria guessed were previous purchases that day. Blinking into reality Aria was about to ask the vendor the origins of the trinket when she realized there was someone standing next to her. A boy about his age who seemed interested in a snow globe. Dispelling any thoughts she opened her mouth to ask the vendor her question when she realized something was wrong. One hand of the boy was neither hanging by his side or in his pocket but instead seemed to be drifting behind her toward her staff that hung on her back pack.

Aria acted quickly her burnt left arm and hand grabbing onto the boy while she reached over her head pulling out her staff and hit him on the head right in the center of his forehead. "You better have not ever dared think about grabbing it Mister." Her normal calm grey gaze grew wild and fierce. Her staff was the only thing she had that could give away what and who she was... It was also the only thing she had left from her air bending master. Letting go of his arm she pulled the staff away from his head and frowned at the little red mark. "Sorry about that... But I'm protective over this staff... I'd probably have let you get away with my money before I gave you my staff." Gripping the staff in her hand she spun it and used it like a walking stick, as she bent down and picked up the trinket she dropped gently setting it on the merchants table.

The merchant stared at Aria shocked before greedily looking at the staff. Blinking she held it closer to herself and shifted her gaze to the thief. "Might I know the name of my almost thief?" Aria asked rocking back and forth on the heels of her barren feet secretly keeping herself from falling backward with a good little push from some wind, that also played around with her long white hair.