Giselle, after finally giving up on finding her bracelet, wandered through the markets, feeling disheartened and miserable. The bracelet marked her element, her heritage. Every Fire girl owned one. Well, every Fire girl, sans Giselle.
Her black dress, which she hated and only wore in public, swished around her ankles as she wove through the crowds. She stared sadly at the stalls selling jewelry, eyeing the Fire bracelets being sold by a scary-looking black-haired man. She could buy or steal another bracelet, but it wouldn't be the same.
Giselle sighted the Water man from yesterday. She avoided his gaze; she didn't feel like another fight.