The moon glowed high in the sky by the time Hyrien had got back to her home. The cold wind blew through her dark hair and the strands fell in front of her eyes, making it hard to see the key in the lock. She snarled under her breath in frustration, shivering from the icy touch on her skin and it was at that moment she heard the lock click and she entered. The house was quiet. A usual occurrence these days from what once was busy household. However since the hall was built there were little to no visitors, though that bothered her little. Not even Cangiante had appeared in the months gone by and it seemed to her that he was long gone. She tutted at the thought of it and placed a pot of water to boil on the fire.
She sat herself in the chair nearest to the fire, while she waited for the water to boil. Her fingers traced the grain and shapes of its carvings in the wood, and she stared the flame as the fire danced around in the hearth.
“Hyr! Hyr! If we don’t get going we are gonna miss our chance lass,” The girl’s eyes opened to see a boy of around the age of eighteen staring right at her. He was dark in skin and hair much like her, with a grubby complexion.
There were many that lived around the filth in which she laid her head every night. A slum of sorts, located under the market of Calembel. A place for the unwanted of this world.
Shadows of patrons shuffled across the floor boards above and flecks of dust drifted down to meet her face. Rubbing it clean, she grumbled and swiped at the boy still trying to nudge her awake, “Du... It is barely past the dawn!” Aye, but that delivery was made at dawn!” She yawned and nodded, before rummaging around the rags she called her bed. Her fingertips finally brushed on her belt and daggers that her body laid upon every night like some obsessed guard. There was little she trusted within the darkness, and those blades felt like a warming friend in the cold.
It wasn’t long before she was trailing behind the lad walking at her own pace. Passing a fruit store, her hand brushed upon the items and her fingers clasped around an apple. Smirking, she brought it to her lips for breakfast. Duincerth proceeded to pull her to one side and close to him. He muttered instructions in her ear, words tickling as they floated her in the direction and she nodded, understanding her task. Her fingers brushed across his face and she kisses him lightly on the cheek, “Oh Dui as if ya had to ask!” She winked at him and patted him on the head. The boy seems stunned almost at the whole situation and urged her to proceed in the task at hand.
“A distraction… a distraction…” She muttered softly to herself as she eyed the target in question. His store, a collection of sorts. As most old nobles buying trinkets to show their worth. She rolled her eyes at them gathering around the newest collection of goods. She drifted over, floating between the members of the public grouping at the stall and her hand brushed clumsily around their back pockets and belts for something in particular. Though clumsy was very much her intention.
She settles behinds an older man with a particularly hefty coin purse. A swift movement of her dagger and the coin purse fell into her clutches; she then began to sprint away from the stall. Calls not far behind her as well as a crowd of people trailing after her. Her panting paced as she ran and she could hear the beat of an adrenaline fuelled heart within her chest. She cackled with enjoyment as she turned around the corner. Glancing back the crowd seemed to become quieter and she laughed in hope that Duincerth had grabbed the real goods at hand.
It was at that point she runs into something hard and she stopped abruptly placing a hand to her head with a grumble. A heavy palm falls upon her shoulders with a tight grasp, and opening her eyes she is face to face with a city guard. His voice his gruff and menacing, “Well, Well girly, another busy day I see?” The young girl gulped and an awkward smile spread across her lips, “I have no idea what ya mean sir…”
The water boils and starts to bubble over the pots side. The spitting and steam brings Hyrien from her day dream and she curses under her breath, as she runs to catch it.
