She was so happy. Tired yes, with sore fingers yes, but she was happy.
Kil had taught herself to make daisy chains, as imperfect as they were, and had made a bunch of little bracelets and flower crowns with them. Surely, she'd be able to sell these or trade them for some food. After all, who wouldn't want beautiful floral accessories made by their neighborhood friendly urchin?
She was a bit scared going back to the city's marketplace, after being caught trying to steal some food, but she figured now that she was coming with goods of her own no one would think to be upset with her. Because she ha s. Really pretty ones too.
Once she was in Napolia's market, towards the outskirts of it as she didn't want to get overwhelmed, she found a little spot and laid out all her daisy chains before clapping to get people's attention.
"Um...pre..pretty flowers….I'll trade for food...o...or sell them for uh...a few coins"
She called out, repeating herself every few minutes.
People hardly gave her a second glance. A few people gave her a single look of pity before waving her off. She wasn't worth it. One passerby even stepped all over a few of them and she almost started crying.
After a half an hour of this she sniffled and started collecting her daisies. She would try again the next day maybe. Just because the first try was bad didn't mean she was doomed to fail. Was she?
She was just standing up when she noticed the three merchants standing over her, all three of them men she had stolen from. Suddenly scared, she held up all the flowers in her hands. "Friends maybe?"
In response, one of them smacked her handiwork away while the other grabbed her by her hair.
"You're the rat that's been stealing from us right?" He demanded.
Kil shook her head. "N-no I...not me." She lied, trying desperately not to cry and squirming in the man's grasp.
He threw her down and kicked her hard in the gut. She coughed and curled into a ball crying.
"Liar! We all saw you brat!"
What followed she didn't hear. She was crying to hard, and cowering as they yelled at her and hurt her more. By the time they were finished she felt as crushed as the flowers that now were all over the ground and being scattered away with the wind and trampled under foot.
Slowly pulling herself up, she limped away and tried to stop crying. Clearly, she was only good at hurting people and stealing things. No one wanted her or her daisies, and no one cared that she was homeless and starving. She'd thought if she could just be pretty like a flower, then maybe someone would want her but not after that day. From then on she knew it was pointless to ever even want a family.