<center>Munch, munch, munch. Moi liked oats, and the young boy who had given him some was now one of his favorite people. Great gray head lowered to wuff gently on a tattered tunic, large brown eyes rolling up at the grubby face. “Comes on now, don'ts be greedy, `orse.“ He chided gently, stroking him between the eyes. “Gots lots of others who'd likesto be fed, and less well cared fors at that. But `ere.� He dug through threadbare pockets and pulled out a carrot that had been stolen at the market. “`Ere's a carrot for yas. Now, I have to scat for a soldier comes to get me fors loitering.� Hurriedly he grabbed the carrot, blew on the boy, and ate it enjoyably, watching him slip away.
Suddenly something made him stop chewing. A light tread, a footstep, one he had just heard. Nostrils flared, and he inhaled. The scent he had tasted earlier was coming back, and this time with another person too. It had happened before, with different people who had met his mistress. He gave a toss of his head and finished eating his carrot, and then looked over his shoulder to see. Yep, here came the boy that had snuck up behind him to take whatever boys take.
He pointed at him and spoke. 'There it is Pa.' That's your opinion if I'm an it, whatever, she's inside, he thought in annoyance. He emitted a sigh; twitched several times to stop the fly's from biting, and braced himself. Pity. He wanted to sty and get fat, for at least a little while. Stupid kid.
While this scene had been going on, Robin had been inside, planning. It was a nice town, quiet, and she had really only showed 'weakness' to a little boy, and besides, she had only 'dropped' a coin. Needing and wanting work was her main goal right now, and if she could find a place to open a forge and start smithing again, that would be the better, but any work would do... She needed to feel the heat, see the sparks fly, smell the tangy metal, but she remined herself whith a snort, if wishes were fishes the sea'd be full.
Sandrin at this point had been happy on her shoulder, but she was getting hungry. Letting out a shriek to tell Robin, she made the tavern grow silent again. Muffling a sigh, she reached up a long slim fingered hand and taped him on the muzzle in a clear warning to shut up. She fell silent, muttereing in Robin's ear dragon speech that showed she was clearly not happy. Rapping her knuckles on the bar, a timid barmaid hurrid over, casting apprhensive glances at Sandrin. "A few stripes of raw meat please." The maid gave a hasted curtsy and hurrid off, bringing back a few stripes of the pig that was to be roasted tonight. "Thank you." She slid a coin to her, and a smaller one for a tip, then nodded to Sandrin. The dragon, trained to wait, hopped down and assumned a mantle position over the meat, begining to eat.
The door opened again, and she cast a glance over, only seeing the man at first. While most people would have just glanced back into the ale she was still lightly holding, she kept looking at him, trying to see his objective. He bent down slightly, and what she saw then made her heart sink. The boy... She had threatened to chop off his hand, and he had run to daddy. Cursing the street rat inside her head, she hastily looked around for an exit, but the only one she found was the one he was guarding. Stupid, stupid, stupid! She chided herself, fexing a hand and feeling a dagger hilt make a solid thunk into her palm. That made her feel better.
She eyed the pair, watching them. He had to be the theif's father, though they looked almost nothing alike. He was about a foot shorter then she, strong, but he looked slightly daft. (Hehe, no offense) She met his eye's as they strode towards her, and didn't even look at the boy that he pushed towards her until his eyes left her and onto Sandrin. Feeling the eye's, the little dragon looked up and hissed, blood dripping down leathel fangs. "Hush." She chded gently, then looked at the boy as he spoke.
'Miss? I can't take this. I'm sorry I tried to take it from you before.' She watched with impassive eye's, waiting for the aploigie before finally reaching over to pick up the coin. It was a bronze peice, worth a little, and full of her power. Keeping the hand with the dagger in her lap, she rubbed a careful finger over it, retriving the power that she had hooked on it. Oh, yeah. Did I forget to mention that she had magic with metal? Pretty powerful actually, but anyway. She gazed into his blue eyes for a moment, then nodded.
"Apology accepted, young man." She opened her palm back up, and offered the coin to him. "I appreciate that you had the, err, nerve to come and find me to give it back after I threatned to chop off your hand, but you don't seem to understand." She knew that with the boys guardian their, he probably made him give it back. "Had I wanted the coin, I would have found you, but I dropped it. It was careless of me to leave my money bag where I couldn't see it, and I payed. This isn't my coin anymore, alright?" She gave him a glare that dared him to refuse, then turned to the beefy man that had watched this. "May I buy you a drink, sir?" She asked, noting the way he stood. "I'm honored that I... Deserved enough thought to have your son find me and give it back, but it was a bronze peice." she would ask the uestion about a blacksmith if he took up her offer, she guessed.</center>
