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-DWK))

Moments later, Kat was thankful for the hood covering her hair, for it kept the blazing hot sun out of her eyes, even if it didn't help her stay cool at all. She browsed the small markets scattered around the town, admiring the trinkets. She wished she could buy one, but knew it wouldn't make it back home, as always. Sighing, she decided to seek shade where she could sit, and preferably draw.

Along with the normal things given to her by Drake, the independent woman carried certain personal objects, blessed to survive the journey. This included her sketchpad, pencils, a razor for shaving, and deodorant. The last two were sometimes rare to find, especially over three thousand years in the past.

The sketchbook didn't take much of a fight to bring, for Drake rather enjoyed her art, and it let her capture the memories from her trips. She slunk in between two buildings, as she saw a few others sit to escape the shade, pulling out her sketch pad, capturing the scene with charcoal. Sitting here let her modern object be hard to see, and kept her from sight. Even though her clothing was in the traditional style, it still seemed cleaner then many others were, and her pale skin made her get odd stares. But, she was used to that. Everywhere she went earned her odd stares, disguised or not.

Unfortunately, staying in the shade made it harder to see shadows, so as she was fixated on her work, the foreign woman didn't notice the man standing next to her, admiring her artistry. His eyes were a deep, ruby red, his hair just about as odd as hers was under the hood, falling around his young face in a shocking color of white. He wanted to spook her, to say anything, but soon decided against it, slipping off again. He'd find this odd woman again.

But for now, the notorious thief had more important things to do then stand in the shadows watching a woman make magic on a paper. He slipped back to his small group, and they went ahead with their plan, charging into the city on their horses.

Kat looked up as a commotion started, peeking out to see what was going on, right as the man previously admiring her art galloped by on a black mare. Merchants recognized him, a little too late as his group dismounted their horsed, grabbing anything they could find before the merchants had their defenses ready. They simply cowered, fearing for their lives. She slid her sketchbook away as a woman clamored into the spot Kat was, hiding gratefully behind her.



"Are you alright?" She asked the trembling woman, eyes still on the streets, watching to see if any thief approached. Her hand clasped a knife that she had for circumstances such as this.

"Y-yes.. Thank you." The woman replied, not even noticing her odd accent.

"Why are you running?"

"They sometimes capture women like they capture possessions.. " She replied shakily, causing Kat to look at her. The woman was fairly pretty, eyes fearful. She understood why a woman would hide from them like this.

"Does that mean you recognize those bandits?"She asked., before pausing. "Sorry, I'm not from this area." She added, guessing that what she asked was common knowledge.

"The leader is known as the king of thieves..He has white hair and wears a gaudy red jacket, but is as stealthy as a cat." She whispered. "His name is Bakura." She lowered her voice so his name was almost nonexistent, as if saying his name would draw his attention.

"Thank you. I'll be sure to stay away from this Bakura at all times." She smiled at the woman, though the expression was hidden by her mask.

The two hid there until the marketplace regained its control, as the thieves left. Glum market keepers fixed their shops as much as possible, and things slowly returned to how they were before. Kat started having an easy conversation with the woman beside her, discovering that she was the daughter of an innkeeper, and that she would let her stay for a discounted place. She couldn't pass up the offer, and followed the woman back to the inn, blissfully unaware of the eyes that followed her.

((Writers block is not my friend. I hope this was alright

-Dream Walker K ))