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A tiny hand crawled over the edge of the table, grasping at air for a few seconds before finally landing on an apple. Aisling quickly pulled it towards her, appraising it carefully and nodding with satisfaction before grabbing another apple, quicker this time. The owner of the fruit stand had his back turn, making it exceptionally easy for Aisling to get what she'd set her sights on. She knew stealing was wrong, her mother had taught her that, but it wasn't as if she had money or anything to barter with and her stomach had been growling all day. She'd pay the man back once the plants started listening to her again and she could make her own apples.
She bit into one of the apples as she straightened up and walked away from the stand. Not as good as the ones in her forest, but it was better than anything else she'd found in the city. She looked around as she ate the apple, the other held tightly in her hand, before her eyes fell on a serious looking man. She frowned, eyebrows knitting together. He looked unhappy, even more unhappy than she was being anywhere other than her forest.
She thought for a moment more, looked down at the apple in her hand, and walked over to him. Once she reached him, she shoved the apple up towards his face. "Do you want this?" It wasn't like it was hers.
