Chapter 1
Written by filly8
"Bye Tunstall! Bye Goodwin!" I called as I walked back home, nursing my wounded arm. The rats were what I would call "lively" today. I caught three of them messing with a mot in an alley and went to stop them. A task in which I did succeed in, but one looby came up behind and got me in the arm… right below the shoulder before I could hobble him! I asked the healer only to numb the pain and some light healing, deciding that I would just ask Kora to finish when I arrived home.
I stopped across the street to check the progress of The Dancing Dove, the inn named after Rosto's current gixie. I walked in to see several people at work, nailing the booths together and preparing the walls for a fresh coat of paint. I'm thinkin' it will do well in the Lower City.
"Why if it ain't the Terrier! Come join me!" came a smooth, all too familiar voice.
"Rosto!" I snarled, "Don't call me that!" I added a little snap in my voice as I gave an icy glare in his direction. Although in truth, I think I was getting use to it after the last few weeks of people calling me Terrier. From rats to my Lord Provost!
"Now, now would it really kill ya to loosen up a bit? Come and sit with me or better yet-," His lips parted into a wicked grin, "-next to me!" he sounded with a wink. Rosto looked back around the Dancing Dove again before turning back to me.
"Oh, I'm so dreadfully sorry but I just can't do it tonight. Perhaps you should try again.." I paused, faking as if I was putting great thought into it, "hmm… how 'bout never?" I turned walking out the door. I could hear Rosto sigh, making the men laugh only to be hushed when The Rogue glared at them with his deathly black eyes.
I sighed as I came to my front door. After all I knew, I thought Rosto attractive and he made it clear that he would drop his other gixies if I were to change my mind, but I just couldn't take a rusher to my bed. Not after what happened to Ma. It didn't matter that he had all that tight muscle, with ivory skin, and a mouth as soft as rose petals or had hair as fair as the sun and eyes as black as night or that he had the grace of a cat and hands as deft as spintry.
"Beka? Beka! Are you bleeding?" Kora asked in an alarmed and startled tone.
"Hmm? What? Oh! Yes. I'm sorry I was lost in thought there for a moment. I was going to ask you if you would finish healing it up for me…" I was startled. I must have really been in my thoughts to forget all about my injury.
"Oh, yes. Of course! Come with me," she said as she walked to her room.
-The Next Morning-
Pox! My internal clock woke me much earlier then I wanted to be woken. Stupid healing! Well, now I might as well get up. I can't go bac—Pigeons thundered into the room through my now open shutters as I emitted a small 'eep!'
Pounce! Told you to stop that!
Oh hush up! You needed to be woken anyway. Today's going to be interesting…
Disclaimer: I don't own Terrior, Bloodhound, or any of Tamora Pierce's characters. I don't even own this plot and some of the characters. It belongs to filly8 and them as in characters belong her as well.
A/N: It is nearly completely the original works of filly8. I made some minor changes and corrections. Still it's pretty much purely hers.