Breathe in.
Rich, brown eyes narrowed as the hooded figure drew back the bowstring, an arrow with crow feather fletching parallel to its archer's arm.
Breathe out.
With the release of breath came the release of the arrow, and it sailed through the air in a neat arc. Another cloaked figure atop the roof it'd been aimed at snatched it as it neared, the slender piece of ammunition having slowed considerably due to the burden of the rope tied to it.
Breathe in.
A salute and a hand signal let the archer know that her companion was ready, and she would take a few steps back to get a running start; then, she'd dart forward and leap.
Breathe out.
The soft soles of her boots made only the quietest thud as they landed against unyielding stone, the rope pulling taut in her hands as she began to haul herself up. Her companion held fast.
Breathe in.
She grasped the forearm of the more muscled figure, springing over the edge of the rooftop to land beside him.
Breathe out.
It was all going according to plan- he coiled the rope as she swiftly, silently picked her way down the thatched roof. Its inhabitants would be none the wiser of her presence, as long as she was careful.
"Here," came the low voice, and the woman archer lowered her mask to reveal full lips. They weren't wearing her usual, easy-going grin. She accepted the end of the rope again, wrapping it around her gloved hand for better grip.
"You've made absolute certain the warding spells are powered down?"
"Aye, Macha. You need not worry."
"You double-checked?"
"I double-checked, triple-checked and quadruple-checked."
"Excellent." Macha turned those chocolate eyes down, peering over the edge of the roof as it fell away into a dim alley under her feet. It was nighttime, but the half moon in its cradle of stars provided some light to see by. Enough for the pair of darkness-acclimated thieves, anyways.
Without further ado, Macha dropped down off the roof, bracing her hands on the very edge before lowering herself via the rope until reaching a third-story window. She peered in very carefully; no movement, no light.
The guards would pass by on their patrol any time, and Macha had to be quick. Managing to find footing on some uneven brickwork, she'd work the window open- when her companion had snuck into the large house earlier that day, he'd ensured both the warding runes were tampered with and the window they would use was both greased and unlocked. It made no sound as it slid smoothly open, and within moments, the tanned desert-dweller had climbed in, her movements purposeful.
There was a safe in the study across the hall, hidden behind a portrait of a knight with a gilded frame...
A/N: This fanfiction is going to be my RP character's story. While I do sometimes RP her on 42, most of her plot progression is going to be via this story and not all of the other characters- if any- will belong to anyone besides myself. If someone's character is featured, I'll credit them in the Author's Note section of the chapter!