Private Tales Humble Beginnings

[Maeanna Moonbeam]

Finally, after years of saving and smart planning, the hybrid was able to get away from her home and find her own way. It was odd for some to want to leave Falwood when it was such a beautiful and intriguing place but Maeanna was due for a change in scenery. She hops off the back of the carriage and sets a few coins into the driver's awaiting hand before turning to look at the small building that would be her new home. It was big enough for her and her daughter, who was still in Falwood with a nanny she had paid nearly a year's wages for, and there was still space for a small yard and the beginnings of a Smithy. With an excited giggle, she grabs her things and heads inside. Mae does a round of dusting and cleaning before deciding that was enough for the night and then lights a fire in the fireplace before bathing and hitting the hay right on the floor, using the furs and blanket she had with her until she would be able to make or buy a proper bed.

In the morning, she puts on her usual clothes: a pair of work pants and a long-sleeved shirt, before eating a meager breakfast and heading into the brisk morning. She needed firewood, first of everything. She would stockpile that as the months past while gathering and building and fixing up her new home. She would also need some new clothes for while she stayed here since she had left all but the necessities back home in Fal'Addas.

With an uncharacteristic bounce in her step, she heads for the market to see if any shops or stalls were open this early.

At around midday, she finds herself in the middle of a busy square with a rented cart full of supplies and goods looking at a stall that was selling books and scrolls regarding all types of magic and runes and the histories of the many different species that populated the world. Her gaze was naturally drawn to the books regarding the Elves, and anything having to do with hybrids, specifically any pertaining to vampires or werewolves or lycan.

 

[Cassidy Ackerson]

The streets of Fal'Addas were oddly quiet, even for a town that didn't see all too much violence. The weather was beyond impeccable, and the streets were full of life and chatter. The market was especially bustling, stalls of all sizes and selling all manner of goods were erected in mazes of commerce through the center of the city. It was a congested heart of wealth, something that the greatest city of the Elves had in spades.

Something always found a way to ruin perfect days though, right?

"Get back here you little-"

The distant sound of crashing and people screaming could be heard down one of the many roads that shot off from square, bouncing off of the walls of the buildings. It certainly sounded like a fight, and a messy one at that. The voice had a drawl to it, one that didn't sound like any of the prim and proper elves of Falwood. Indeed, as two figures came barreling towards the square, one was a thin, lanky blond haired elf, hoisting a cloth sack over his shoulder as he fled from his pursuer.

The one chasing him was no elf. He looked to be human, with hair as red as a burning sunset, wearing a duster coat that went down all the way to his ankles and a ragged cloth shirt and a baggy pear of trousers underneath. By all accounts, he looked more poor and underprivileged than the elven thief he was chasing. There was one thing that stood out about the human though: The stunningly beautiful blade he held in his right hand. It was obviously no normal blade. It's metal shone as blue as the sky itself, and silver tendrils ran along it's hilt. On it's underside was a point, almost hook like in nature

The fleeing elf jumped nimbly on top of a stall selling various liquors and spirits, swearing angrily down at the fiery haired man. His chaser didn't seem too fazed by the change in elevation, planting his feet and swinging the sky-blue blade up and through the roof of the stall. The scrawny elf let out a yelp, jumping forward to avoid the swing, over his attacker's head.

Suddenly, a small furry creature appeared from the man's long coat, and jumped up to meet the elf, latching onto his face and clawing his skin. The Elf tumbled to the ground, pulling at what was now clearly a cat on his face.

The red haired man twirled his blade, before resting at his side and strolling leisurely over to his prey. He raises his foot, placing it on the chest of the elf as it struggles to escape. Reaching down, he pulls the sack from the smaller creature's grasp. "Alright Mar, let him go."

The cat detached itself, scurrying back to the human and curling around his neck. He let's out a sigh and takes his foot off the elven thief, who scurries away in a panic. It could have gone much worse, he'd almost cleaved the poor thing in two with that swing, and he was glad it hadn't had to come to that. He's broken from his thoughts by the murmurs of those around him. Turning, he raises his eyebrows at the growing audience looking at him warily.

Maeanna Moonbeam

 

[Maeanna Moonbeam]

Maeanna hears the slapping of running feet against the stone and dirt walkways long before she actually sees anyone running; a perk of being a hybrid, she supposed. When the noise was closer, she lifts her head and looks away from the book she was studying and watches an elf leap away from his pursuer.

Mae grins in amusement as she watches the lad fall to the ground after having that... wondrously intriguing blade swung at him, and then hands the vendor some coin to pay for what she had taken before moving her cart aside and using an amount of magic to place a glamour over it so that no one could steal away her belongings.

Once that was taken care of, she watches as the elf scurries away as she eats some fruit and jerky to replenish some of the energy she had expended before washing it down with some water from a skin and walking over to the human. "That's an intriguing sword you've got there, friend," she says as she approaches, dipping her head in greeting as she offers a small smile just to show she was friendly and not trying to swindle him as the elf had. "Mind if I take a look," she asks, holding her hands out toward the weapon just slightly, allowing him to confirm or deny her request.

Cassidy Ackerson

 

[Cassidy Ackerson]

It wasn't until a few minutes later, after he'd profusely apologized to the vendor of the damaged cart for the trouble, that he was approached by one of the people who'd seen his little display. He hadn't noticed her in his hurry to retrieve the goods he'd been hired to snatch back from the thief, but she wasn't an elf. Well, it was nice that he wasn't the only one who wasn't here.

The young woman smelled of magic, just a tad. It made Cassidy's nose twitch a bit. Ackerson had little to no skill with magic himself, but he was pretty good at picking people who did out of a crowd. In return to her small bow, he offers a nod, accompanied by a smirk. "Damascus. He's never failed me yet. Lords know I get myself in enough crummy situations to need a good blade." He was underselling the importance of the blade just a bit, but then he didn't like letting people knowing just how vital his sword was.

When she outstretched her hand, he clicked his tongue and sheathed the blade in the leather sheath hanging from his back. "Really hope you don't take this personally, but I don't usually let complete strangers paw my stuff. That's a second base kind of move." He jokes. Tilting his head, he feels Mar scurry out of his jacket and rest on his shoulder. He reaches up and pets the feline. "Name's Cassidy, Cassidy Ackerson. Sorry you had to see that earlier. Little ankle biter has been on a snatching spree for weeks now. I got hired to track him down."

He looks back towards the cart with the split roof.

"I'm probably gonna need to spend most of the damned reward paying for damages to that cart. My luck though."

Maeanna Moonbeam