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Post by Lark on Mar 16, 2013 17:03:04 GMT -5
"Stop! Thief!"
Those two words resonated among the outer walls of the small village of Rindell. A few people turned their heads to look at the large man who came waddling out of his stall, but few actually tried to do anything. Those that did only took a few small steps before seeing a small form scurrying out from the woven pieces of fabric hanging from the next stall over. The child looked over his shoulder, eyes wide as he hugged a loaf of bread to his chest.
The aged man huffed as he finally stood by the wall that the boy had ran around, bowed over trying to catch his breath. Looking up, he glared at a dark haired woman nearby. "You couldn't have helped? He ran right passed you!" Sneering at the other person who he thought was just another villager, he stopped the facial expression and transformed it into one of a bit more remorse and none-to-carefully veiled worry.
"S..sorry miss. I just..." Sighing and shaking her head, the woman tapped her index finger against her chin and then pressed it lightly to her lips indicating that the man should just shut up now. "Look sweetheart, I don't think one little loaf is going to be that big of a deal. Tell you what, I'll pay for it double. Just start walking back, I'm right behind you." Smiling now, the owner of the stolen good nodded his head...and turned his back on the completely wrong woman.
Panille took the next two moments to sneak around the corner and flee down another corridor, listening to her dragoness as Illiath made a pass high above in the sky. Down the next one...no...the left...your other left Pan. Grumbling about greens and bad directions, the woman came out just ahead of the boy who had skidded to a stop the moment she had appeared.
"I...I...please, don't hurt me. I'm just." Rolling her eyes, she snatched the loaf of bread that he had pilfered and inspected it. It had been a messy excuse for a good theft really, and the bread was not even new or warm. There were bits that had been chewed off by firelizards that the old man had had to get rid of. She bet the creatures didn't even belong to the boy, they were wild...pity, that would have been a good diversion for him.
"Look kid, you got rule one down. Steal from those you know you can outrun, but at least try to steal something that is worth it...and plan it out better than that. The best theft is the one that goes unnoticed, that's rule two."
She sighed and shook her head, halving the loaf and tossing the larger of the two to the child before nibbling on the smaller one and turning on her heel to walk away. A few paces in she stopped, pushed her fingers into her pocket and chewed on the loaf until she found what she was looking for. With a little flick of her finger, she didn't even wait to see the boy jump to catch the few marks she had thrown his way before going around another corridor and disappearing from his view.
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Post by Zero on Mar 16, 2013 18:17:39 GMT -5
Good old Rindell Village, F’lon frequently found himself wandering its streets and more often than not he was there causing trouble or enjoying a drink or two. Today, however, happened to be the exception. You see, the larger of his two knives, which he kept strapped to his thigh, had begun to wear through its sheath and started to jab into his leg. So he had no choice but to head to the market area and search out a vendor who could craft the replacement. Normally he would just swipe a replacement from the nearest stall and call it a day but this had to be custom fitted and made, it wouldn’t do him any good to have a loose, ill-fitting piece of equipment that could hinder him on the job.
It was while F’lon was discussing the cost of his new sheath with an old crafter, that the commotion of a common grab-and-run, caught his attention. Plus when he hears someone shouting out the word “thief!” he tends to get a little paranoid and edgy. It was only reflex after all. Quickly finishing his business with the crafter, he peered through the crowd and managed, easily enough, to spot the young boy fleeing from a large, plump, stall owner. Well by now the blue riders interest was peaked, he just had to follow the terrified looking kid to see what his next move was and just maybe make sure that stall owner didn’t catch up to him.
So slipping through the side streets, F’lon kept to the shadows and went in search of the kid. What he saw next really wasn’t something he had been expecting. When his eyes laid on Panille talking to the boy, he had to quickly bite his tongue to keep the laughter in check. Oh this was good, priceless even. The icing on the cake though was when he saw her take half the kids bread and leave. He had seen the boy stoop to grab at something as she walked away, but from his vantage point couldn’t tell that they had been marks.
As the kid finally ran off, his hunk of bread clutched tightly against his chest, F’lon darted through the shadows and around the corner till he caught up with his lovely counterpart. Of course he had to tease her. “Oh how the mighty have fallen. Really Pan, stealing bread now and from a kid no less? Tsk, tsk…that’s mean, but funny.” Grinning from ear to ear, the thief jammed his hands in his pockets as he walked along side her. “Or is he your little apprentice? I couldn’t hear everything from where I was standing but I only assume you gave him a little end of day pep talk.” [/font] |
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Post by Lark on Mar 17, 2013 15:52:22 GMT -5
"Really I fail to see how it's your business F'lon."
Panille's voice was jesting however as she spoke, sliding her gaze over to the bluerider as he came closer. She swallowed the bit of the bread she had bitten off before speaking, handing him a piece as well if he wanted to take it. It was good to see him again, she had started to worry that he had gotten caught on one of his self-proclaimed missions. Honestly, didn't the man know to just stay closer to home? Turning her head to look back at where the boy had disappeared to, she shrugged her shoulders and spared the other rider a look again.
"He's a pet project of sorts....that's all I'm saying."
Of course she knew full well that the thief could probably coax her to tell more if he really wanted. It wouldn't be the first time that he had gotten past her defenses and gotten her to spill the beans on her plans. Not, of course, that this was a plan. She had not known the boy for long at all, but there were things in her past that made Pan a bit more gentle toward youngsters. She felt bad for those that were in need too. Put them together and you had her going out of her way to help the little trouble-makers.
F'lon, it is nice to see you again.
Illiath called from above as she made a circling sweep past the clouds. The dragoness darted behind them once more though when Panille glared up at her and sent a silent scolding. Honestly, that green had no sense sometimes. Said dragoness hissed however, but she did as she was told, moving along the darker clouds until she could land outside of the village a few miles away. At least give me some company while you two do whatever it is you do when catching up. Where is that dragon of yours F'lon?
"Demanding as ever." Letting a short laugh fall, Pan shook her head and then finished off the rest of the bread she had coveted. Right, so she was down a few marks, but at least she knew the kid had eaten tonight. Hopefully he wouldn't go spending it all either in one go. She doubted he would, but sometimes kids just didn't know when to stop. Biting her lip as she worried silently, the greenrider shook her head finally and pulled up her hair under her hat, pulling the side of the wide band down to hide most of her face as she turned a corner and went back to the market.
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Post by Zero on Mar 18, 2013 20:18:23 GMT -5
He feigned shock at her words, even going so far as to muster up the saddest looking expression he could think of. Naturally it didn’t last too long. Within moments his customary smirk was tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Pet project, huh?” He paused to pop the piece of offered bread in his mouth. “Alright alright, no need to get so touchy. I didn‘t know you had such a soft side.” He would have continued the teasing had a familiar voice not entered his mind at that moment.
“Where is the beautiful green Illiath hiding at?” Looking up, F’lon shielded his eyes as he briefly scanned the cloudy skies above. For a moment he thought he saw a familiar flash of dragonhide before the clouds obstructed his view. Sleep later, Dyaltith. Your favorite green is here. Come say hello. Even through their link, F’lon could feel and hear the blues grumbles and mutterings of protest. She asked for you… Really? Alright, I am up.
As Pan turned the corner, F’lon lengthened his stride till he drew along side her once more and casually slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his side. “So what have you been up to since I’ve been gone? Besides training your apprentice back there?”
Circling overhead, Dyaltith barreled through the clouds, scanning the ground below for his intended target. It didn’t take him too long to spot her though, her bright hide tended to stand out from the seemingly dull surroundings. Spiraling down, he bugled a friendly greeting before finally touching down in the field. Hello, Illiath! It is good to see you. Mine had said you would be out here.
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Post by Lark on Mar 19, 2013 22:56:55 GMT -5
"I told you, he's not my apprentice. He's......"
She paused trying to get the right words. How did one explain the kind of mess that got her into this situation? Honestly, it was more than one kid getting some pity. Pan could handle throwing a kid like that some bread and then leaving, this one she had invested some time into though. Sighing and finally settling on an answer, the Greenrider relaxed into the thief's side as he pulled her close.
"Collateral damage."
Lips quirking up at the thought, she waited a few moments before letting the smirk fall. Oh yes, but she had been up to a few things. Not of course that she would tell straight away. Oh no, she wanted to hear what he had to say first. Leaning in against him and letting one hand slip down the small of his back, Panille gave another coy smile while looking at him through unsurprised eyes veiled by her lashes and the brim of her hat.
"You know...this and that though. I like keeping my options open when it comes to playing my hand. What about you? Can't tell me you've been gone, how long has it been now, and not gotten anything accomplished? Can you?"
Sliding closer to a stall and looking at the wares, her green eyes flew to the woman working, the lady's attention stolen by a customer who was haggling prices. Unable to keep from the urge, her fingertips strayed past the bracelets and other woven items as she walked, one finger sliding through the string of a closed little bag of marks someone had left to pay their fee.
Oops.
Apparently someone had "forgotten" to pay after all. Too bad, her gain and it more than made up for the kid's dinner. Meanwhile, Illiath crooned happily to the blue as he settled nearby, nuzzling him in greeting before lounging in the sunlight. Yes. I certainly can't go waltzing into the village, now can I? ....though that would be amusing. A draconic warble of laughter bubbled up from the green as she may her head on her front paws and yawned.
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Post by Zero on Mar 22, 2013 21:05:37 GMT -5
The thief found himself chuckling at her response. “You know just when I think I’ve finally managed to figure you out, you go and surprise me again. Ah well, maybe one of these turns I‘ll finally know all that goes on in that head of yours.” He grinned before lightly tapping his finger against the center of her forehead. As they weaved through the crowd, his sticky fingers had somehow managed to swipe a set of, still warm, bubbly pies. Which F’lon happily munched on even as Pan steered them through the throngs of people to a jewelers stall. He had to stifle a laugh as he watched her so casually swipe some poor bastards marks.
Yes, this is what he had missed. True petty thefts were below his skill level but they didn’t mean they weren’t any less fun, but the current company more then made up for the less than exciting afternoon. “Oh yes, I’ve been busy. Actually it was a very rewarding adventure, big haul. Just know that somewhere out there a poor, young, lady holder will forever think twice before letting a lost, handsome, stranger room to recover from the elements.” Finishing one of the sweet, stolen goods, F’lon wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Oh and of course spent time with my boy as well. Tried to convince him to come back to Rindell with me but he’s convinced that dog of his is scared of flying and naturally he won’t leave without him.”
Dyaltith rumbled happily, his tail swaying slowly back and forth through the grass behind him. But it would be so much fun. The lanky blue stared wistfully off in the direction of the village and lightly turned up his snout as he sniffed the air. Mine always say what good food can be found there too. Do you think they will bring us anything?
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Post by Lark on Mar 22, 2013 21:22:59 GMT -5
She perked up happily as F'lon talked, letting her in to what he had been up to. Panille still remembered how closed off he used to be, how hard it was to get him to say anything about anyone. The fact that he was still the same F'lon though, even now, made her smile and laugh with him. Vaguely she wondered what it was that he had gotten his hands on, and then she simply shrugged and dismissed the curiosity. That was one nice thing she supposed about the pair of them, they may trade stories, but neither necessarily had to share their prizes or even say what it was they had gotten. It made things easier sometimes.
"He could always catch a lift on a trader ship...or Illiath could always just dognap the canine." Or I could eat him. It would make things so much easier. "No eating canines, that's gross Illiath." Pouting lightly, Pan rolled her eyes at the snort she received and dismissive feeling in her mind. She knew how much F'lon missed his son though, and she could not blame him. There were times that she missed her "family" as well. Tk'ri was Faranth knew where with Miyaka, and Sevrin...she really did not know where the dragonless man was now. Last she had heard he had skipped off onto a ship and was traveling the seas of Pern now.
"Do you ever think of going back to him instead F'lon?" Her voice was careful, guarded a bit more now. It was stifling at Trelis with its rules and regulations, like it had never been at Ista. Sevrin, S'vrin then, had been in charge of her old home, he had let her do whatever she wished. Trelis had been harder, and the Rebellion had been the best place she could have hoped for. She didn't even have to teach those damn weyrlings anymore, or candidates either. No, she did not think she could go back, for anything...or anyone. It was a hard truth, but one nonetheless. This was her home now, as much as the trader ships were, or the holds she visited, or the villages.
Her home was everywhere and nowhere, and she had no true family to keep her attached to any particular place. It was nice knowing in some ways that she was free to come and go as she pleased. Rindell had become slightly more strict than it had been back as a rebellion, but the structure was healthy, not restraining. Moving her hand to scratch lightly at the back of her neck, she ignored the hot sun that beat down on them and instead focused on a strange little idea forming in her green's head. "I think Illiath just told that blue of yours that they should come visit us....in the village."
That's because I did say that. We really should Dyaltith, why not have a bit of fun and scare a few people? Besides, why wait for our riders to come back with those delicious foods? We could go get them ourselves.
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Post by Zero on Mar 25, 2013 19:54:52 GMT -5
“True, I suppose he could. But I’ll let him make that decision on his own. I won’t yank him away from Trelis when he’s happy there. Plus he’s got my brother, mother, and cousin for family, so it’s not as though he’s completely alone.” F’lon popped the last bit of pie in his mouth before licking his finger to catch the running juices. Don’t judge. Pie is a delicious and wondrous thing, none of it may go to waste. “And anyways, I’m sure if he wanted to come to Rindell he would have asked.”
At her inquiry as to him going back, F’lon gave a small shake of his head. “No, I don’t think I’ll be going back permanently. It’s too…suffocating back there. Plus all those hotheads running the place now would surely toss me between the second they got the chance. I like Rindell. So long as I don’t cause too much trouble on the home front, I’m free to come and go as I want.” He grinned at her as they strolled along, hardly paying an ounce of attention to the little dragon thoughts that were spinning around in the far corner of his mind. They were food related, as they so often were, so F’lon naturally ignored them. There really was no point in tapping into his companions thoughts lest he wanted to be overwhelmed by the desire to eat. Today though, he probably should have made the exception.
“What?!”
Oh! Oh! That is right, we could go ourselves! Dyaltith hopped to his feet and circled the green dragonness excitedly, completely oblivious to his rider shouting down their link. He had a one track mind after all and once it was set it was very, very, hard to distract him, especially when those thoughts revolved around food. Well? What are we waiting for? Spreading his wings the blue bounced off the ground and snapped his wings down to send him sailing up and in the direction of the market.
“So you know how I was saying I’d never go back to Trelis?” F’lon inquired, eyes watching the sky as he idly scratched at his jaw. “Yeah…that may change here in the next five minutes…”
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Post by Lark on Apr 7, 2013 23:02:16 GMT -5
"Come on...it's not as if the village has never had dragonkind in its midst before F'lon."
She rolled her eyes, but her voice held the slight tinge of wariness that the words refused to admit. No, things were not entirely okay. Her body was tense as if ready to flee at the drop of a hat, and her eyes ranged across back and forth as she tried fruitlessly to persuade Illiath to stay, shardin' put. Unfortunately, the green had always had a mind of her own. The dragoness had lumbered toward the outskirts of the village, warbling in delight at the smell and sight of the place and the markets within.
That was still a ways away, but they were closer at least, and oh look people were already running around. A few villagers pulled their children close, or they shied away as if unsure why dragons were coming so close, especially without their riders. However, a few stray children laughed and giggled, running toward the blue and green, their arms wide as if mimicking the dance of wings in air. Tilting her head curiously, the green wiggled her tail in front of one, snorting as the child fell over in a fit of laughter and grabbed a hold of the appendage as it lifted the youngster back up and acted as a swing of sorts before setting the boy down on the ground once more.
They are strange. They are not like Ours, they're much easier to please Dylatith.
Inching her tail out toward the blue's tail, the green got a strange little idea in her head as her rider turned another corner, nearing where the dragons were. Give me your tail silly Blue. I'm bored and it is funny when the fall over. Smooth Iliath. Even I know that you actually just like them laughing. Snorting and giving a mental hiss, keeping it in her mind alone not to scare the children away, the green worked to twine her tail with the blues forming a sort of rope to let the children clamber and jump over.
"Did we really just go from two frighteningly wonderful thieves to the riders of the new playground?"
Unable to keep the soft laugh from her tone, Pan shook her head in disbelief as she paused around the corner, looking across the way to where the dragons were with the villagers starring on in equal bemusement. "Please tell me we're just going to leave them there and not get in on that." Looking over her shoulder to check to see if anyone was around, the greenrider blinked stupidly as a ball rolled her way, a group of children looking at her pointedly before she finally made sense of the situation and kicked it back toward them.
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