<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Ginny_Avatar.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Virginia<em><strong>'Ginny'</strong></em>Mary Lou Whateley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Whateley Family<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 15th<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jones' Mercantile & Trading Post, then at the Entrance<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jaelyn, Whippersnappers, Johnny, CeCe, OPEN<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Jaelyn readily pulled ahead of Ginny, who kept a much slower stroll towards the Whippersnappers.  Whatever the commotion was, it could wait until the blonde Whateley got there.   A slight smile was on her lips, tracing the irritated lines radiating off the body language of the shopkeeper with those vivid green eyes.  Honestly, getting under Jaelyn's skin had been an amusing way for Ginny to pass the time for an hour or so.  She enjoyed finding out what bothered the other woman and how to pluck at those particular things, much like a cat might pick at a ball of yarn until it unraveled into a loose, tangled heap.<br/><br/>Take for example, the streak of pride in Miss Scot-Jones that was a mile wide.  Oh, it was definitely there; others might have been fooled by the other woman's humble act - but not Ginny.  As was oft quoted by her literature teacher the rare times that Ginny had bothered to pay attention to the overly stuffy, stiff man,<acronym title="You will see it when you fry the eggs."> <em><strong>"Al freír de los huevos lo verá."</strong></em></acronym>It was a quote from the notable story, Don Quixote, though there was also an even more popular phrase that went something like this -<em>'the proof is in the pudding'</em>.  And the blonde Whateley had definitely found plenty of proof in the pudding that was Miss Scot-Jones.<br/><br/>Now the only real question left was how Ginny would choose to consume it.<br/><br/>Though those thoughts were shelved once she made it over to discover source of the commotion.  No, Ginny wasn't disappointed by what she saw.  A low whistle came to the young Whateley's as she surveyed the broken arm.  It was a bad break, that much was obvious, even to someone who wasn't all that learned in medicine.  Jaelyn had already issued her commands, the various Whippersnappers darting this way and that as Ginny sidestepped out of the way of the bustling lads and ladies.  One was off to fetch the doctor, another was getting blankets and yet another was setting a pot to boil some water.  The commands surprised her a little as she looked at Jaelyn who was kneeling, her pride truly forgotten, as she brushed the sweaty bangs out of the young boy's head.<br/><br/>She couldn't be sure, but Ginny would have bet a few golden eagles that Miss Scot-Jones knew a bit about medicine.  An intriguing piece of information.  Of course, she also understood that this was all busy action, potentially fruitless given how ashen the boy's face was.  Honestly, she didn't think he would make it until the doctor was able to assist him.  And given how bad the break was, the bonesaw might be needed to preserve his life - potentially giving the lad a fate worse than death.  For someone poor like him, being a one-armed cripple was essentially the same as sentencing him to a slow, wasting death a year or two from now.<br/><br/>Still, Ginny knew when her opinion was wanted and when it was not.  So instead, the blonde Whateley cast her eyes around to see if anyone was around to help.  Thankfully, there was - a young couple in the distance.  Ginny immediately recognized the young man, Johnny Jacobson, from the trips he made into town from time to time.  Fortunately, she did not pick out the features of the Native American woman with him else she would have scornfully cast her eyes over them.<br/><br/><strong>"Oy!  Oy!"</strong>The blonde Whateley waved at the couple to gain their attention and then signaled them over.<strong>"We cou'd use yer help'ere!"</strong>her voice carried easily and strongly across Southeast Temptation.  A quick look was given at Jaelyn.<strong>"Ah figger yew cou'd use uh man like him to help yuh hold yer boy down,"</strong>she explained even as she squatted to get closer.  If Jaelyn was planning on dressing the wound, she would need someone like Jacob Johnson holding down the Whippersnapper's shoulders so he didn't writhe from the pain.<br/><br/><strong>"Prob'ally need sumthin' fer him tah bite down on.  Yuh got anything?  Ah kin go git it."</strong>A frown was given in the Whippersnapper's direction as he went limp and passed out.<strong>"Seems like we'll need sum cold watuh too.  Can't be good lettin' him faint like that."</strong>A scathing look was given at one of the boys berating the crying girl.<br/><br/><strong>"Why dun yuh go and make yerself useful?  Git uh pail o'cold watuh and uh towel or rag!"</strong>Those green eyes almost spat fire as she glared at the boy.  "Now!!"  Her voice cracked like a whip when the Whippersnapper hesitated before he scampered off.