[ooc: Late as whoa, but if you're still interested, we can continue. :x;;]
Making his way over to the fisher, Needle found himself standing behind a young woman, whose beautiful hair glittered in the sun. Needle could almost feel the fleas crawling around on his own scalp, and he scratched his head thoughtfully, realizing that a girl such as this one probably had either a lot of money - if she was trusted with it of course, she was a girl after all - or she had some very rich relatives. But why let her wander off on her own like this? Well, it wasn't any of his concern, really, the fifteen year old thought, making a small face.
The girl, who probably wasn't that much older than him, she was really small and looked, well, fragile, even smelled nice. Quite the clear evidence that she was wealthy, if nothing.
"But she really shouldn't be out on her own," he muttered to himself, but the wind managed to carry his voice, and the words ended up spoken louder than he had intended.