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Oy! Thief! (SilverShadow)

Started by Klezmer Gryphon, March 23, 2014, 03:36:56 PM

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The streets of Uthlyn were as crowded as ever; people going to and from their jobs, or the market. Despite the slight inconveniences that large crowds often carried with them, François loved them; crowded city streets often held the greatest sources of inspiration for his paintings. Sitting on a bench off to the side, he set his bag down in front of him and pulled out his journal and a pencil. He didn't really care if it was left open; who was going to steal from the strange artist, anyway?

SilverShadow

A small shadow slid along the wall that surrounded the area the Uthlyn government liked to call a park. It wasn't a park, not really, more like just a few blades of grass and a tree or two between a couple of vacant benches that lined one of the busier streets.

Well, not all of the benches were vacant. A gryphon sat on one, focused on the sketchbook in his lap. His bag was open on the ground, ripe for the picking, and it was toward this bag that the shadow crept.

Xanti was a talented pickpocket. She had lifted many things from many different kinds of people, and she had never once been caught. Never. She had never stolen from a gryphon before, in fact the only gryphon she'd ever seen was a teacher at her school, but how different could it be, really? Gryphons carried money too, and surely they sometimes carried snacks? Snacks were always Xanti's favorite thing to lift.

She slid along the wall, her dark grey jacket blending into the stone. She kept the sun in front of her so her shadow was cast backwards, away from the bench and her target. Not that it made much difference, since it was almost midday and therefore she had almost no shadow. Her small form went unnoticed easily, allowing her to pass between people on the street without them ever realizing she'd been there. Now, she put that small form to even better use.

There were only a couple of feet between the wall and the bench, and the gryphon faced away from her, his nose in his drawing. Perfect. As she stepped forward she sank smoothly toward the ground, so that by the time she'd reached the bench she was on her belly crawling army-style across the sparse grass.

The bag sat open on the ground next to the gryphon's feet, pushed halfway under the bench. She could work with halfway, she thought. It was better than it being completely exposed. Checking that he was still engrossed in his work, she slid forward silently until she was completely under the bench. Leaning forward, she peeked in his bag, careful to make no sound as she slid a hand inside to grab whatever she could.

Klezmer Gryphon

François hummed an obscure tune while he worked, adding lines here, erasing there, and completely redoing bits and pieces throughout his sketch. He gave a slight frown after a while. Someone was behind him.... And then he smiled.

"Qu'est-ce tu fais, petite voleuse?" he asked without even looking down. His voice was somewhere between angry and amused; the fact he was almost robbed really made him upset, but he couldn't help but admire the audacity of the would-be thief. The day just got a little more interesting, in his mind.

SilverShadow

Xanti froze, not so much as a blink or the twitch of a hand as she tried to determine what was going on. What was that language? She had never heard it before? Draconian? No, too melodic. Elvish? Couldn't be, not even close. And who was he speaking to? There was nobody stopping to speak to him...

Then in a flash her stomach dropped. She comprehended none of the first part of the sentence, but petite sounded awfully like the Common word petite, or small...and...her ancient studies class. The teacher had been talking about how language evolved over time, and one of the ancient words sound very much like that last word he'd said, voleuse. If it had evolved out of the ancient word as her teacher had been saying...it meant 'thief'. Her stomach dropped. She had been made.

In a flash she was out from under the bench, on her feet, and running, her hood hiding her face from the gryphon. Panic fluttered in her chest. She had never been caught before, not even close! How had he known she was there?! She had been so careful, too!