<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<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jaelyn, Whippersnappers, OPEN<br/><hr/><br/><strong>" 'Ow 'bout this o'er 'ere?"</strong>Ginny asked, pointing to yet another jar - which just conveniently happened to be very inconvenient for Jaelyn to go and retrieve.  For over an hour already, the young Whateley had been playing this game with the poor shopkeep - asking for this and for that, always pointing to items that were difficult to retrieve off the shelves or out of the other woman's way.  Giving that wide, innocent smile as Jaelyn had to get a stool, crouch awkwardly, or contort herself in some odd fashion to get the item Ginny was requesting.<br/><br/>Of course, the sizable pile of items sitting on the counter was the other woman's reward for listening and obeying Virginia's petulant demands.  Ginny had been one of Thommy Jones' best customers if the ledger was anything to go by.  Most of the finer store items were purchased by her; in particular, the spoiled scion seemed to adore a certain aloe cream that Mr. Jones had especially shipped to his store.  It was worth a pretty penny, but if the purchases were anything to go by - the cost had been well worth it.  And if Ginny's pale, fair skin was anything to go by - the cream worked as well as it had been advertised.<br/><br/>If the young Whateley recognized Jaelyn as the girl she had insulted on her way into Babel's Tower; she gave no sign.  But what was clear that was Ginny did derive some pleasure in making the other woman scurry around for her.  There was a sparkle in those green Whateley eyes that was not entirely kind - but not particularly malicious either.  Thus far, any unkind comparison to her and her father - and how Jaelyn was lacking as the store's owner when compared to him - were left unsaid, but they hung in the air like a poisonous cloud of ghostrock fumes - just waiting for the opportunity to venomously leak out.<br/><br/><strong>"Hrm, nawh.  Dun want it.  But 'ow 'bout t'at ov'r thar?"</strong>Ginny remarked only after a second once Jaelyn had retrieved and brought the jar - an arduous task given the jar had been on the lowest shelf in the store - almost to the floor.  And now her finger was pointing yet in another end of the store as she leaned up against the counter, her elbows propped in a perfect picture of ease and indolence.  Idly, she snapped the fingers of her right hand in a show of impatience.<strong>"Hur'y it up 'here; Ah've need tah git going!"</strong><br/><br/>But all that was interrupted by the sudden commotion of all the Whippersnappers outside as the blonde Whateley paused to curiously tilt her head in their direction.  Now while she did not know any of the Whippersnappers persay by name,  Ginny used their services frequently and she might have had something of a softer spot for them.<br/><br/>Still, she did gave off an air of pique as she slowly straightened before running both her hands through her long, blonde hair and tossing it out behind her.  If it was one thing that Ginny disliked in life, it was being interrupted when she was in rare form.<strong>"Ah gues' we shou'd go'nd see wot the're talkin'bout,"</strong>she remarked, including herself with Jaelyn even though it was only the shopkeep the Whippersnappers had asked for.  After all, if anything interesting was really happening, Ginny wanted to know about it.