Winter, Day 29, 511
Aeron's eyes shifted around the crowd and streets as she looked for a place to get a drink and grab a bite. People shoved her, she shoved back. Someone cursed at her,she'd curse back. That's how she saw the world. If someone did something to you, do something back. Her pride is what got the best of her. And it still does. She had her hood on so no wandering eyes or perverted passerbys got any ideas.
She began to cut her way through the crowd when she noticed an obvious little boy pick-pocket a man. Her eyes narrowed as the little boy walked passed her then tried the same thing. She grabbed his hand and threw him on the ground with so much force a few of the passerbys looked. "Try to pick pocket me again and see what happens. And If I were you, I would return that man's things." The little boy nodded but instead of running towards the man, he ran in the opposite direction of her. "Probably scared for his own life. Dumbass." she mumbled to herself then began making her way through once again.
Most of the people stepped aside so she could continue on her way. Others were still the same rude littles asses they were before the incident.
