She looked in the sack again and blinked at the gleam of bright silver and reddish copper.
It was more money than she'd ever had before. She still wasn't entirely certain how much it was, or what she could get with it. She had come a long way in the many months spent in Alliria; at the start she had been an unwashed, uneducated, poorly socialized and barely a person. Now she was none of these things, or at least she was less of all of them except for the last.
She walked a market just outside the Shallows, head and eyes dancing all around at all the trinkets and pretty things on display for sale. Most of everything here was glass or lacquered wood in brilliant colors; the people here were too poor for jewels and gold. It was just as well she didn't really care about money or jewels. Shiny and sparkling was good enough by her lights. She probably couldn't tell the difference between a ruby and a piece of red glass, anyway.
She towered over most of the crowd, a slim and girlish shape clothed in simple grey tunic and trousers among a sea of adults. There were oddities about her, though. She was human looking, at least. Except for yellow eyes and an uncanny, almost feline grace in her movement. Except for the long incisors. Except for the uncomfortable aura of null, faint though it might be. There were hints of womanhood, but they were faint. Incomplete, as though she were a child despite being over six feet tall.
Listening to her talk sealed that deal.
She stopped at a table that was covered in bangles and necklaces made of brass and copper and set with cunningly cut glass so that it sparkled and gleamed in the late afternoon light. She was staring at a particularly gaudy looking choker with a ruddy imitation ruby, the proprietor of the table anxiously taking in her threadbare appearance. She pointed at the choker and opened her mouth to speak-
-and then found herself staring up at the table from the ground as someone or something cannoned into her at speed. She offered a grunt as the only initial reaction, and then quickly got to her feet afterwards. She started to turn back to the table and its ridiculously gaudy jewelry and then stopped.
The sack with the coins in it was gone.
She looked at the ground round her and saw nothing. She stopped, faced scrunched up with the effort of thought, and then her mouth slowly fell open as it dawned on her that she had been robbed. Bamboozled.
Filched!
"H-hey!" Her head snapped left and right, and caught sight of a fleeing shape running down the street. Whoever it was already had two streets of lead on her.
With a huff, she took off after the thief. Probably thief.
There wasn't so much anger on her face as determination to get back what was hers.
It was more money than she'd ever had before. She still wasn't entirely certain how much it was, or what she could get with it. She had come a long way in the many months spent in Alliria; at the start she had been an unwashed, uneducated, poorly socialized and barely a person. Now she was none of these things, or at least she was less of all of them except for the last.
She walked a market just outside the Shallows, head and eyes dancing all around at all the trinkets and pretty things on display for sale. Most of everything here was glass or lacquered wood in brilliant colors; the people here were too poor for jewels and gold. It was just as well she didn't really care about money or jewels. Shiny and sparkling was good enough by her lights. She probably couldn't tell the difference between a ruby and a piece of red glass, anyway.
She towered over most of the crowd, a slim and girlish shape clothed in simple grey tunic and trousers among a sea of adults. There were oddities about her, though. She was human looking, at least. Except for yellow eyes and an uncanny, almost feline grace in her movement. Except for the long incisors. Except for the uncomfortable aura of null, faint though it might be. There were hints of womanhood, but they were faint. Incomplete, as though she were a child despite being over six feet tall.
Listening to her talk sealed that deal.
She stopped at a table that was covered in bangles and necklaces made of brass and copper and set with cunningly cut glass so that it sparkled and gleamed in the late afternoon light. She was staring at a particularly gaudy looking choker with a ruddy imitation ruby, the proprietor of the table anxiously taking in her threadbare appearance. She pointed at the choker and opened her mouth to speak-
-and then found herself staring up at the table from the ground as someone or something cannoned into her at speed. She offered a grunt as the only initial reaction, and then quickly got to her feet afterwards. She started to turn back to the table and its ridiculously gaudy jewelry and then stopped.
The sack with the coins in it was gone.
She looked at the ground round her and saw nothing. She stopped, faced scrunched up with the effort of thought, and then her mouth slowly fell open as it dawned on her that she had been robbed. Bamboozled.
Filched!
"H-hey!" Her head snapped left and right, and caught sight of a fleeing shape running down the street. Whoever it was already had two streets of lead on her.
With a huff, she took off after the thief. Probably thief.
There wasn't so much anger on her face as determination to get back what was hers.
