envy

Envy's Bantu knots bounce as she storms through the crowded market, eyes darting, fingers twitching. A flash of gold catches her eye. A necklace, intricate, gleaming. She must have it. "How much?" she demands, lisping slightly. The merchant smirks, "Too much for a troll like you." Envy's heart burns, jealousy surging. She clenches her fists. "I'll have it," she hisses, "Or you'll regret it."