The curse— RP

Ashling nodded. She turned and went into town. Then she remembered that she didn't have any money. Ashling sighed. "I guess I'll just have to use my 'charm.'" She said to herself
A few minutes later, Ashling emerged from a store carrying a wheelchair with the shopkeeper running screaming, the look of pure fear on his face. A plume of dust came up behind Ashling as she left. Ashling paused and flipped her hair. "Yep. That's charm for you." She said, glancing back at the store, which was going up in flames. "Eh. That was interesting."
 
A few minutes later, Ashling emerged from a store carrying a wheelchair with the shopkeeper running screaming, the look of pure fear on his face. A plume of dust came up behind Ashling as she left. Ashling paused and flipped her hair. "Yep. That's charm for you." She said, glancing back at the store, which was going up in flames. "Eh. That was interesting."
A crow landed nearby and cawed accusingly at her.
 
"What? I needed a wheelchair. Is that not how you go shopping?" Ashling asked, glancing once more at the remains of the shop.
“Caw!” I don’t know about ‘shopping’, but your magic is gonna burn down the human-food-nest! The crow flicked her beak irritably at the bakery next door.
 

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