Summary: Theft is a tricky hobby to keep, especially for the young.

Featured Character: Jolinar

~III.~

He was going to kill her.

If her papa ever found out, she was sure he'd kill her and use a dead thrall spell to resurrect her and do it again.

Then he'd tell her aunt.

If her aunt came back, all the way from Wayrest, just to deal with what she, her niece, had done, she'd be angrier than Papa. Once he'd killed her again, her aunt would incinerate her and use her ashes in her garden to grow snowberries. Just because she knew how much Jolinar detested that particular fruit.

These thoughts fluttered about inside the Dark Elf youth's head as she walked briskly along through the Commons of the mages hostel toward her and her papa's shared apartment. When she got to the door, her hand absently drifted to the bundle hidden beneath the skirt of her robes before she steeled herself and entered. Her father was in a chair near the hearth, engrossed with some correspondence, and with a brief call of greeting, Jolinar was able to slip into her room unhindered.

Once her door was sealed, she pulled the bundle from beneath her skirt and unfolded a set of costly mages robes, the threads of which glittered with the enchantments for better magicka and improved casting in Illusion's college.

"Let the fun begin," she grinned.