Ginger would skid to a stop, staring with her ears facing the ground. She was silent until she caught her breath, " I'm... I'm Ginger Rush.. And I gotta go! " She turned to her left and ran. She was in an outdoor market place, where there were crowds of ponies at multiple stands. She jumps over and onto some, rarely using her wings. For a teenage pony, why wouldn't she simply fly?