Funds low again, Kabe soared the skies of Whitesands as a seagull, looking for his newest victim. He couldn't go back to his parents, not after having already gone to them for more money only a few weeks ago. They'd grow suspicious—or worse, refuse him money and force him to get a job. He shuddered at the thought.
Gambling usually kept him with a high income, but seeing as how the reason he was broke was because of the recent bout of gambling he'd been through, he didn't think it wise. No, he would resort to one of his other skills: theft. And not just any theft, theft for another.
Marriage seemed silly to him; binding oneself to a single person, inevitably leading to bickering and hatred. But it provided him with ample job opportunities. Most of his stealing was for wealthy men or women that required his "abilities" to retrieve something their past lover had stolen from them, or in some cases, kept.
In this case, a man had asked him to find his ex-wife and rob her of the fine jewelry she wore—jewelry, he claimed, that he had given her on the day the of their wedding that she refused to return upon their separation. The man had supplied Kabe with enough information that he could find the woman in a crowd of dancing people, along with pictures of the items needing to be pilfered.
"She's always walking right along the shores just down there around noon. Can't miss her," the man had said, pointing in said direction.
And, sure enough, after only minutes of searching, Kabe spotted her along the white sands. She looked just as the man had described her, and in the bright beams of the sun, the needed jewelry glinted off her neck, wrists, and fingers.
Kabe circled a few more times to assess the situation. The woman was beautiful, with long black hair. Even with his poorer seagull vision, her beauty radiated like the sun itself. She wore a long pink dress that hugged her hips and legs. His employer had good taste. It was a shame he'd marred the matter by trying to seal himself to the woman.
Once his target was in perfect view, Kabe dove, long, gangly wings pulled in to his sides as the wind rushed past his feathers.
He was in her hair in mere moments, and in her confusion and screams of terror, he grabbed at the necklace on her neck and gave a sharp tug. It came free quite easily, and he pulled back from her to arrange in it his beak so that he'd have room to go for the other items.