Disclaimer: everything's mine, except what you recognize. those belong to
the goddess Tamora Pierce! hope you like it! :)
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Talia stood outside the door of the inn as if frozen. The night sky hung dark over her head, making her shudder from the cold. She stood patiently waiting, her auburn hair blowing freely across her face. She pushed it back and retied her ponytail, then dropped her arms to her side. Her dagger was ready in her sleeve in case anyone crept up on her and attacked.
There was a noise from behind her, and she spun around, her dark eyes flashing. But it was only Wes, grinning a silly smile. "I was afraid you wouldn't wait for me," he said in a low voice. Talia could barely hear it over the howling wind.
"You're lucky I did," she replied like she didn't care. In truth, she would never have dared try this on her own. It was too risky. "It's not like this is my first time."
"Aye, but it's only your third time," Wes replied. He laughed softly and headed for the door. It was the quietest hour of the night, after all the drunkards had stumbled home. It was the perfect time to make their break in.
Wes picked the lock and it creaked open. He slid in, careful not to let too much wind in, and motioned for Talia to follow. She shut the door firmly behind her. Her heart beat quickly, and she wanted to jump up and down with excitement. At the age of fourteen, she was starting the "business" of a rogue later than usual. Most started when they were just eight or nine, but Talia had been too scared when she was younger. Only now did she feel ready.
Wes had already begun to scour the common room of the inn, looking for anything of value. He stuffed a few things into his bag. He motioned for Talia to go into the kitchen, and she obeyed. Her breath coming hard, she scanned the pots and pans that hung on the walls. Nothing looked like it might sell for a good price. Finally she uncovered some rare spices hidden in the back of a cupboard, and placed these in her bag.
A noise near the door to the kitchen shocked her so much, she thought her heart would burst. It was only Wes coming in, his blue eyes shining. Talia opened her mouth to scold him for scaring her so badly, but he motioned for her to keep quiet. He grabbed her hand and pulled her underneath a table. They crouched there, and Talia realized why.
"Wha- ? Who's there?" a man's voice said by the door. Talia could see his feet moving slowly into the kitchen. "I have a dagger, so you'd better come out!" he shouted into the darkness. Wes's grip on her hand tightened. She bit her lip and begged Mithros to not let him find them. This was the first time they'd ever run into any trouble.
The man was muttering to himself. "Know I heard something." He circled the kitchen once, thankfully never looking down or underneath the table. Then he left, still muttering. They crouched there for a long time after that, not daring to breath. Then finally Wes let out a long breath and crawled out. Talia did the same. They looked at each other, and Wes led the way out of the inn.
"Oh Mithros," Talia gasped. "That was too close." Her hands trembled uncontrollably.
Wes only grinned. "That's the reason we do this, for the thrills! I guess for the money too, but that just a bonus. Come on, let's take these things back to the den."
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ok everybody, read and review! it's my first one, so go easy on me ;)
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Talia stood outside the door of the inn as if frozen. The night sky hung dark over her head, making her shudder from the cold. She stood patiently waiting, her auburn hair blowing freely across her face. She pushed it back and retied her ponytail, then dropped her arms to her side. Her dagger was ready in her sleeve in case anyone crept up on her and attacked.
There was a noise from behind her, and she spun around, her dark eyes flashing. But it was only Wes, grinning a silly smile. "I was afraid you wouldn't wait for me," he said in a low voice. Talia could barely hear it over the howling wind.
"You're lucky I did," she replied like she didn't care. In truth, she would never have dared try this on her own. It was too risky. "It's not like this is my first time."
"Aye, but it's only your third time," Wes replied. He laughed softly and headed for the door. It was the quietest hour of the night, after all the drunkards had stumbled home. It was the perfect time to make their break in.
Wes picked the lock and it creaked open. He slid in, careful not to let too much wind in, and motioned for Talia to follow. She shut the door firmly behind her. Her heart beat quickly, and she wanted to jump up and down with excitement. At the age of fourteen, she was starting the "business" of a rogue later than usual. Most started when they were just eight or nine, but Talia had been too scared when she was younger. Only now did she feel ready.
Wes had already begun to scour the common room of the inn, looking for anything of value. He stuffed a few things into his bag. He motioned for Talia to go into the kitchen, and she obeyed. Her breath coming hard, she scanned the pots and pans that hung on the walls. Nothing looked like it might sell for a good price. Finally she uncovered some rare spices hidden in the back of a cupboard, and placed these in her bag.
A noise near the door to the kitchen shocked her so much, she thought her heart would burst. It was only Wes coming in, his blue eyes shining. Talia opened her mouth to scold him for scaring her so badly, but he motioned for her to keep quiet. He grabbed her hand and pulled her underneath a table. They crouched there, and Talia realized why.
"Wha- ? Who's there?" a man's voice said by the door. Talia could see his feet moving slowly into the kitchen. "I have a dagger, so you'd better come out!" he shouted into the darkness. Wes's grip on her hand tightened. She bit her lip and begged Mithros to not let him find them. This was the first time they'd ever run into any trouble.
The man was muttering to himself. "Know I heard something." He circled the kitchen once, thankfully never looking down or underneath the table. Then he left, still muttering. They crouched there for a long time after that, not daring to breath. Then finally Wes let out a long breath and crawled out. Talia did the same. They looked at each other, and Wes led the way out of the inn.
"Oh Mithros," Talia gasped. "That was too close." Her hands trembled uncontrollably.
Wes only grinned. "That's the reason we do this, for the thrills! I guess for the money too, but that just a bonus. Come on, let's take these things back to the den."
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ok everybody, read and review! it's my first one, so go easy on me ;)