A Silver Kiss

by Tortall Gixie

Clary Goodwin told Beka Cooper about how she was a loose Dog when she was younger. My idea of how the exchange she talked about went skewed.

We, Cooper and me, are going to Port Caynn to investigate the colemongering and -smithing. We can't tell our true reasons of being there...

"How in all the gods' creation we'll get you to play a curst loose Dog I have no idea," I rant to Cooper.

"Can you do it?" she asks.

I laugh. "I was loose once, Cooper." I stride up the street and turn a corner before I realize she isn't behind me. "Don't stand there, Cooper, come on!" When she catches up to me I ask, "You never heard?"

Cooper shakes her head.

"Ah, well, I gave it up." Cooper just stares at me. I shrug. "I was given a silver kiss to stand watch as coin and a shipment changed hands. I never asked what the shipment was. I was paid to guard, not to question. That time things went skewed. I ended in the gutter, buried under tow corpses and not sure I wouldn't be the third by dawn. I promised the Goddess I would change my ways if I lived. You can guess the rest."

Yes, it's taken almost word for word from the rest will be my work. Peace, Tory.