Snippets
Sorting through the reports from the last skirmish, Robin navigated through camp. Though it had just been set up, the constant tread of the Shepherds had created paths that wound through the small city of tents.
The late sun cast a lazy haze as it set, quickly drowning any light. Squinting in vain to read what Henry had scrawled, no doubt a bit of blood mixed in with the ink, Robin blindly walked into another man lost in his own world.
Crashing into each other, the tactician's papers went flying, as did the other's bag of sweets.
"Bubbles, we have got to stop meeting like this."
Even in the fading light, Robin didn't need a clear view at who'd knocked him over to know who it was.
The thief's hand was thrown at him, but Gaius himself was already looking in the other direction, scanning the area for the small satchel he'd dropped.
Grabbing onto the hand offered to him, Robin hauled himself up before quickly snatching the loose leaves of paper scattered across the ground before they blew away.
"Sorry about this." Robin managed between shuffling through papers and stuffing them into his bag.
"No harm no foul. Or at least not until I can find that candy.." Half muttering to himself, Gaius was entirely fixed on finding his lost items.
Stepping back, Robin's heel brushed against a lumpy sack, and sounded with a loud crunch.
Gaius' head popped up, and Robin stopped down to gingerly pick up the now crushed bag of sweets.
Realization dawned on both, and a calm silence fell over the usually buzzing camp.
Awkwardly handing over the bag, Robin mouthed an apology.
"I'm sorry."
Wordlessly, Gaius took the bag, patting Robin on the shoulder before handing him a one of the report's he'd missed.
"Think of all the cakes you can make with that sugar. Or." Robin trailed off, vainly trying to make the best of the situation.
"Bubbles. It's fine." Lightly shaking the contents of the bag, Gaius offered him a lopsided grin. "Sugar is sugar. Besides, you can treat me to some sweets the next time we're in town."
Before Robin could answer, Gaius had brushed passed him, making his way to the mess hall.
Reaching his tent without further incident, Robin tossed his coat onto his cot and began emptying his bag of all the reports he would be sorting through.
Pulling over a chair and positioning himself by a desk, he began pouring over the papers in the dim light of a lantern.
While absent mindedly tossing the rest of his belongings onto the table, his hand reached for the small sack of gold he kept on his belt.
It was gone.
"That thief."