Skye twirled her sickle as she was waiting for Godard. Godard was the contract boss of the..."business" she was apart of. As a business woman, patience was not her strong suit. However her work was well known as she had always delivered her product with complete costumer satisfaction. Never got caught, never harmed the merchandise, and never late to deliver. If you wanted it at a certain time, she would negotiate if she could and compromise for the impossible jobs. However she was, regardless, impatient. Especially if it came to pay. Her only catch to working was paying upfront. No money? No product. She would keep it until she was payed. It was a lesson she learned after being double crossed three times. Nine of them survived, but she didn't want to take chances becoming a vengeful hunter rather than a thief...well business woman. Thief was a strong word for her line of work. Though it was absolutely true.
The wait had begun to kill her now. She put her sickle away and growled. "How long does he plan on making me wait here! It's been an hour now! Godard ought to start paying me extra for making me wait. I could be pulling the castle heist with Phoebe and Warlick right now! But no-o, Godard decides I need to stay here and do something boring!" She stepped out on the balcony of the three house. The village was just treehouses connected to each other by bridges of rope and wood or wood alone. Some were taller or higher located and others were slightly the opposite. The only thing the villagers had in common though was their criminal past and standing charges. Thievery or relation to those guilty thereof. Being related wasn't actually a crime, of course, but it tended to cause constant visits from the law.
Skye chuckled to herself as she entertained herself in her head, thinking back to some poor fool's ruined reputation as she had conned him out of his business. Tip for business owners, don't cheat your workers. You never know what ties they have. "Life is full of lemons. You only have so much room for lemonade." She walked back inside of the tree house and helped herself to an apple and some dry wine. She sat on a window seal and set her snacks on a nearby table. Once she was settled, she took her apple and her dagger and started cutting bites out.
"You gonna pay me for those?" She heard behind her. Godard, she thought she could smell him coming in.
She didn't turn around to face him or acknowledge him in any way. She wouldn't for a junket or two. He needed to wait. She instead shaved another bite off and sipped some of her wine. Once both were swallowed she let out a satisfied breath and continued.
"Are you deaf now?" He asked her seeing if his jab would turn her attention. It didn't. He sighed and took out a bow and arrow. Never liked her anyway. He fired the arrow straight at her head knowing full well the consequences of his actions. But he could live with them. The two never got along.
His arrow flew sat her head but she moved just in time and moved her apple in front of the arrows path. It slipped right threw and flew awkwardly out the window and tumbled down to the ground. She look at her apple and gave a smile of satisfaction. The core of the apple had been cleanly removed and there wasn't a seed in sight. She put her dagger away and bit into it with a nice crunch. Godard clicked his younger and sighed. Maybe another time. "You owe me fire that apple. And that wine. For now, let's talk about your job shall we? Or are you so busy with eating that your intelligence can't focus on both?"
Skye swung herself over to face him and replied, "So impatient. Why don't you just wait an hour and we'll talk all bout it then? Hmm? Or maybe you have something to do. No, stay here, I have something for you. I'll be right back." She started towards the door.
"Skye! The job!" He scolded. "Do you want to get payed or not?"
Skye leaned up against the door and replied, "You know what? I could have been twice as rich with this heist I could be doing with a couple of REAL thieves right now but you decided to pull me for this shtick you call a job. So tell you what, I'll give you three seconds to tell me what it is before I take my sickle and harvest your blood for vampire trades!" As he thought, he waited too long. Now she was cranky.
"For about a hundred thousand gold I think you can stand nit flaunting about with your friends." He grinned as he saw her eyes pop.
"A-a hundred...thousand? What possibly could the job be for me to get..."
"For anyone right now, actually, your obviously not interested," he chuckled. "Go on, I'm sure your friends haven't started the heist yet. You could catch up with them. I'll get Baron to do it."
Skye snickered. "Baron? You want to trust him with the job? Please, Vixen would throw you off the side of Cloud manor before you could explain why you messed up on purpose. Baron has a long streak of failures and you would send him to do an expensive job over sending me. Think with your brain not your ass, Godard."
Godard hated it when she was right. If Vixen did find out—and she would, usually immediately— he would be dead. "So I take it you'll sit down like a good girl and listen?"
"How about you stop trying to hold onto a leash I'm not wearing and start giving me details. We both know who Vixen likes the most. I'm the only reason you still have a job."
Again she was right. He sighed and rubbed his head. He had to rid himself of the headache. He handed her the role of papers and said. "Just read all of this and leave me alone. Make sure you pay me for that apple and wine when you finish."
"How about I tell Vixen your still a reliable job breaker and you move just as fast as you try to shake me down for coin! Sound good?"
He growled pointed towards his door, "Just get out. The wine isn't my favorite anyway. Go!"
She smirked and walked out with her job in hand. She started reading on the way and bumped into something. When she looked up she gave a courteous smile and greeted, "Tavin, sorry about that. I was occupied and didn't see you coming."
"Oh no, it was my fault," he chuckled nervously, "I wasn't looking either." Tavin was a new thief in the business trying to make a name for himself. However he was no better than Baron. Her instincts were astute enough to tell he was infatuated with her. She never acknowledged it though. She actually hopped he would eventually give up. Now she had to have a conversation with him so he wouldn't go broken hearted that she wasn't interested. He would never improve if he doubted himself all the time. And breaking his heart would worsen that. So she endured his stuttering conversation when he finally got around to losing things to say. But then he looked at her hands. "So...what are you doing this time? Is it...big?"
Skye gave a courteous laugh and replied, "It don't look like it. It actually looks...small." The question was actually a good one. She looked over the job quickly but know that she had to look for details she actually noticed the pay was far too high. For a job like this...five thousand gold would be appropriate for her services. One hundred thousand though? Something was off. Or she was just overestimating an aristocratic's standings. "To be honest I don't know why I'll be getting so much for this. It looks like a simple job but...I don't know. I've seen jobs go left before."
"Oh!" He perked up, "W-well, maybe I can come with you...I-I could help in someway. Just in case. It-it never hurts to be prepared."
No, by the name of all things holy no! She didn't want to take him along for something, like this. It was so far away. At least, she thought it was. She looked at the paper. Flora...that was REALLY far away. She would never travel that distance with him. He was too much for her. "Well, I would take a partner, but...see this kind of job is best done alone. You can never be hurt having someone watch your back, but in cases like these you need to keep the numbers low so traffic of moving back and forth is limited. It's better for mobility that way."
"Oh..." he said less enthusiastic, "I see. Well...good luck, Skye."
"Thank you, Tavin. Don't worry, You'll get a job one day." She raced off before he could say anything else. She didn't want to prolong this dreadful conversation.
Now at her home, she finished reading the job and packed for the journey. Flora was oddly. Armed for its location. It was somewhere north, that's all she knew. She gave the job one last look over. Something about it felt off. She had to take precautions. She took some scrap paper and a pen and ink and wrote something down. It was a letter contacting a friend of hers. If anyone could help her that far north it would be an old friend. Gregory was a fencer. He was also a smuggler. He could ensure the job was finished and her pay collected in the safest way possible. A little compensation was in order most of the time, but this would be a favor she was calling in. She gave the letter to their messenger and then headed off. It took her forty days to reach Flora and the cold was already taunting her for being underdressed. She hugged herself and muttered about the cold. A sneeze escaped her making her even more perturbed.
"Flora. That's such a deceiving name for a town so cold and so far north." She sneezed again. Her horse whinnied as if to laugh at her. His thick coat made him immune to the frigid weather. "Shut up." She grumbled incoherently for a few seconds. Flora was now in sight. She directed her horse to move a little faster. The path took her coming in from the west side of town. She looked at watchtower and examined it up and down eventually laying eyes on its watchman. He stood erect kept his eyes on the horizon. The first thing she noticed was his lack for a helmet. She was no watchman but she was certain that a helmet was a part of watch standing uniform. She could only wonder the story behind why he didn't. She kept staring even though he was well past her. She turned away right as he had turned to look behind him. A few minutes later she had finally found the gate. She passed the draw bridge and was stopped by the guards.
"Good morning, miss," Said one. The other was checking her horse's compartments for illegal supplies. "Was the journey long for you?"
"You have no idea," she chuckled. "I'm just glad I reached this place at last."
The guard chuckled and asked. "What's your business here?"
"I'm passing by," she replied, "I have to travel further up north unfortunately."
The man laughed. "A bit underdressed aren't you?"
"My friends had said the same." She sighed. "Should have listened. I just didn't have space and I thought, it being fall, I wouldn't have to worry just yet."
"I'm afraid winter had just come, friend," said the guard checking her horse, "she's fine. Nothing malicious that I can find." The guards were hinging themselves and their spears. Were they even dressed for the weather under the chainmail?
"Alright, go on and get out of the cold. Might be good of you to get a fur cloak while here."
Skye nodded and thanked them then passed them. First thing she wanted to do was go to the inn. She had plenty of time to deliver. And she still needed to find Gregory. He would probably be in an inn if he was anywhere in town. As such she gave her horse to the stable boy at the entrance of town and walked to the nearest inn. Hopefully Gregory got her message in time. She walked up the stairs, scanning her surroundings and found that watchman passing by. He shuttered and stood out of the way of a wagon coming through they greeted him and he greeted back, his smile warming them up just a bit more. Then he went on. Skye watched for a little while longer then stepped inside. Gregory wasn't there. He wasn't anywhere to be seen. She sighed. Now she had to wait. In a way that was perfectly fine. She could eat and get a drink then rest up before the job. With that in mind, she paid for a bowl of stew and bread and a bottle of wine. She had to tolerate the wine since it was rather sweet. She didn't like sweet wine. She preferred dry or bitter wine. It was bad enough to the point she was considering the other options such as ale or beer, though they were beneath her. It was a shame they didn't have her favorite.
"I already hate this place." At least the food was good. Someone sat next to her. She looked up in a glare ready to kill him for presuming he was welcome to.
"No need to be so tense, lass. Beer please," The man said as he got comfortable.
Skye sighed and shook her head her face resting in her hand. "Gregory, where have you been?"
Gregory chuckled and replied, "I got your message a few days after you sent it, lass. I made my way here as fast as I could. Not like you waited days y'know."
Skye rolled her eyes and sipped her terrible wine. "Gross."
Gregory chuckled again. He got his beer and pushed his drink to her. "Try it, you don't know you don't like it if you don't try y'know."
She sneered and pushed it away. "No thanks. Now, you know what I need you to do?"
Gregory nodded and drank his beer. "Aye, I do. I'll take the job but I want a share, lass. Danger pay and all. If it as bad as you be sayin' then I need my boys to be compensated at least. Can't send 'em off with nothing but what they already got, lass. So we want half."
Skye rolled her eyes. "Half? Gregory, I'm calling in a favor, remember? Or do I need to tell Vixen who lost her shipment of diamonds a year ago?"
Gregory smile faded. "Uh, right, favor. I forgot about that part...but could I ask for one and say we get... at least a quarter of it?"
Skye gave it some thought and shrugged, "Alright. But only because I like you. I suppose it wouldn't be fare if I didn't pay you in some way. Good faith and all."
"Ah, you're a blessin', lass." Gregory's smile returned.
Skye stared at Gregory. Seeing him in a good mood always rubbed a soft spot in her. She knew him well enough that when he was genuinely happy it was a truly good day for him. A rare and almost impossible thing for him to have. Her emotions caved in. "Alright! Fine! Half!"
"I... didn't say anythin'..." Gregory scratched his head over the sudden generosity.
"Just be there when I got it, Okay?" She stood up and stormed out. She couldn't take the memories of his past anymore. If he was happy she was too. She just needed to get used to the fact she wouldn't always benefit from it.
"Uh...alright, thanks...lass." He and the inn keeper looked at each other. "Now What was that about?" The inn keeper shrugged. Gregory shrugged as well and drank some of his beer.
Skye took a deep breath and rubbed her forehead. "You have got to get a grip of yourself girl. You can't just turn into an emotional reck when he frowns." She regained composure and went on her way. Along the way she started passing the watchmen's barracks. She looked through a window and saw the single watchman again. He was sitting alone and enjoying a meal. She assumed what was in his mug was beer or ale. He didn't look the type who had refined taste like her. She wondered to herself if he had a past like hers or Gregory's. Maybe he was just like Vixen. Or maybe he was just another fool like Baron. Maybe an idiot like Godard. She didn't know. She didn't even know why she was curious. But something about him gave her the feeling she knew him in some way. Or him nit having a helmet was just so unique she decided she knew him in some way. Did he loose his helmet? Break it? Could afford to get a knew one forged or fixed? She passed the barracks and decided it was no longer important. She had a job to do.
Skye reached the house she was told to target and got straight to work. She found the back door and took a lockpick from her heir. She giggled to herself and jiggled the lock. It was easy to open. She opened the door and slowly crept in. Skye moved carefully through the furniture with delicate decorations and creepy floorboards in search of her prize. She heard someone coming down to her floor. She hid close to the flight of stairs and waited for the owner to pass. He yawned and drowsily got ready to leave. She moved slightly to get out of the light if his lamp. He stopped with a hum and listened for more noise. Eventually he shrugged and went on. The door opened and he left, locking his door behind him. Skye sighed quietly and started up stairs. Just then, the door clicked again.
"Damn it!" She sprinted up the stairs as quietly as she could and hid upstairs. He raced up stairs and she thought she got caught for sure. She cursed her luck. "I never get caught how could I get caught this time?"
The man came in whistling to himself and grabbing a ring of keys. "I knew I was forgetting something," he chuckled. Then he left.
Skye sighed in relief as the man left. She searched the room for the package but didn't have much luck. "Come on, it has to be around her somewhere." She started checking where people might hide their valuables. Underneath clothing in wardrobes, in chests underneath the bed. She even risked under the mattress. She eventually found something underneath a loveseat. It looked like a compartment. She tried to open it and the results made her heart soar. She not only found her package but also a rather generous amount of gold. She rubbed her hands together. "To steal or not to steal." Vixen's voice came rushing to the back of her head.
"Rule number one, little pup. Don't get greedy. Successful thieves don't just enter and exit a home undetected. They ensure that their stolen item is gone without notice for at least a day. That way they never know how long you've stolen it."
As such, Skye left the gold alone. She took the little crimson box she had been looking for and tucked it away in her satchel. She continued to sneak out of the house before the homeowner could come back. Once she made it out. She ran a good safe distance and found Gregory.
"The job's done, I hope." He said walking up to her.
"Quiet!" She scolded. She looked around and gave him the package. "You know what to do?"
"Yes, I'll get it done. Half?"
She rolled her eyes, "Yes, don't change my mind. Just go and make sure you get me my cut. A hundred thousand is pretty easy to split in half, Gregory."
"I never double-crossed you, Skye, why think a I will now?" He asked with a big smile.
"I don't. Forget it. Deliver it...and be safe." She started looking around anxiously as if she had been caught.
"Well, if you want to earn a little extra there's a house not too far from here. A mansion technically. It's got a lot of goods you might be interested in nabbin', lass. Just for some extra credit y'know?"
Skye shook her head, "Now is not the time."
"Too bad. Worth lots I hear." He shrugged. "Ah well, it probably ain't all that worth it."
Skye stared at the building he was probably talking about. "...How much are we talking?"
"Just a candlestick is well over a thousand," he replied. "I'd pay good money for some if it. I know some clients who would love to buy it for twice it's price it was bought here. As my favorite coworker, I thought you would want a share."
Skye licked her lips and pointed at the biggest building she could find. "That one?"
He nodded. "Aye that be it."
She sighed. "One more wouldn't hurt."
"Atta girl. I'll be here." He leaned against the alleyway. Skye ran to the building and picked her way in. Now all she had to do was be very choosy with her thievery. She avoided the obvious things and collected from the storage area. She grabbed silverware, some candlesticks, and lastly, a golden platter. Or tried to anyway. She attempted to pull it from under its prison but the platter wouldn't budge. A platter like this was too good to pass up. She had to have it. It wasn't just gold. It had real jewels in a circle surrounding its platinum center. The edge around it was silver. The jewels were various. A ruby here, sapphire there, and emerald and diamond next to those. Finally, it came loose, but so fit the stack of loud pots over it. She froze and widened her eyes. "Uh oh."
"What in the world!" A man said from upstairs. He came down and Skye frantically looked for a place to hide. It was too late, she ran the wrong direction and the man saw here. "Ah! Aaah! Thief! Guards!"
She took off and kicked down his door. No time for subtlety now. The guards were already on top of her. "Uh...hi." She nervously chuckled. Rule one: don't be greedy. And this was what she got for breaking that rule. They charged her and she headed back inside the mansion. She escaped out a window and ran down an alley way to loose them. There, Gregory was waiting.
"Ah, That was fast," He smirked.
"No time for that!" She shouted. "Take this, and make sure I get my cut."
"Where you going with that stuff?" He asked confused. Then it hit him. Her haste said it all. "...Skye...did you finally get caught?"
"Shut up and get out of town before I shoot you in the..." an arrow whizzed passed. "Got to go!"
She ran through the streets trying to make her way to the gate. Once she made a turn her eyes popped. That watchman, again! She ducked under an arrow and ran towards him. He was just at the right angle down hill for her to use him and get on the roofs. Do that and she wouldn't have as much if an archery problem.
"Stop That thief! She's getting away!" She heard behind her. The watchman looked confused. He squinted at her. Poor thing. He must have been so tired and she was just about to make it all worse. She jumped on top of him and jumped off his shoulders. He fell to the ground with a grunt and looked up.
"Thank you." She smiled. Skye took off running and looked back to see him perusing her. Now this was going to be fun. She was interested to see what he could do. She ran a few roofs and then landed on the wall. She would use one of the watchtowers so she could escape by the wall. She landed on the wall already seeing it was too steep on the other side. "Just have to run the opposite side of the gate. They'll expect me to go that way." She opened the door and went for the next. It opened quickly by itself. There standing in surprise much like her, was the stand-alone watchman. "Oops!" Skye went for a usual approach when cornered like this but he was smarter than he looked. He stopped her and forced her back into the tower. Skye landed against the guard rails for the stairs and looked at him in shock.
"I have you now thief." He said drawing his blade. "Return your goods and come quietly or face justice by the sword." Skye stifled a laughter. That was the cheesiest thing for him I say at this point. He was either that tired or he was trained to say that. She didn't know which.
"Have you rehearsed that or did you come up with that in the fly?" Skye cocked her head as well. It added onto the innocent look so he would let down his guard. It worked.
"Well...I...oof!" Skye planted both feet on his chest. Two guards barged in from the door she came from. Plan B, stick to her original plan. She ran out as the guards turned into a pitiful pile. The poor watchman had received the majority of the beating. She ran back to the roofs and noticed it was rather quiet. She slowed down. "No need to use so much energy if no one is after me. She heard something thug behind her. She looked back and there he was again. "You can't be serious!" She took off again.
Skye jumped from rooftop to rooftop trying to get away. The watchman was persistent. "Get back here!" She shouted to her.
"I don't have time for this," She growled. "That's very counterproductive of what I am trying to do here!"
She kept her getaway up until she found a wide gap. This would lose him for sure. She jumped with all she had and turned. He stopped and nearly fell off the roof. Skye gave a teasing wink as he watched her get away. Two incoming arrows told her it was time to return to the ground there was too much exposure in the roofs. She jumped down and took a breather. "Wow he is, persistent. She saw him jump down. "Great." Skye his in the alley way and waited for him to pass. She found her chance when he started interrogating another cloaked figure. She took this opportunity to get away.
"Behind you!"
Skye whispered under her breath, "Damn it."
The chase again started. She ran to the gate and saw two men posted trying to get the drawbridge up. She ran as fast as she could to a wagon and climbed it, climbing a stable and then jumping onto the wall. She whistled and her horse positioned himself for escape. She struggled with the gate guards and finally got one. The other one had already started and the bridge was a quarter way up. She took a spear and jammed it into the chains locking it in place. The other one attacked but met with her fist. The watchman from before had locked onto her. He near,y reached her but she jumped just in time to get away. She landed in her horse just. Right and blew a kiss to the watchmen, then escaped.
"Victory at last," she sighed. She looked at Flora from the distance but the sight was not a friendly one. The watchman was catching up. "How? Who is he?" She pushed her horse to go faster. They rode into the woods the watchman riding after them. "Gonna need to take one of the back roads, buddy."
She directed her horse to a rough path. They road longer and tried to make a jump but the front hoofs collided with the log and tripped both of them. Skye couldn't worry about it. He was gaining on her. She promised to come back, taking her stolen product with her and running. He dismounted and ran after her. Right as she turned, he tackled her. They rolled down a hill and he had gained the upper hand once again. He drew his sword again and covered her into a tree. He looked at her maliciously but his face grew softer as he stared at her,. It was then she realized her hid had been removed during the fall.
"Now," he started, "you will return those goods and come quietly for your crimes. This time you have nowhere to go."
Skye had about had it with this watchman. She sneered at him and replied. "Don't be so certain. She drew her sickle and mocked the blade away from her throat. She took out her dagger as well and readied herself for a fight. Examining his pose, she knew she wouldn't win. He looked too skilled for a watchman. "Time to go." She told herself again. She took off not watching where she was going. It wasn't long till she felt air take over her feet. She fell forwards and caught a branch just in time to stop herself from tumbling to her death. She looked down and gasped looking straight back up. If she fell, she would die by the impact. If that didn't kill her the cold would. She looked up seeing the watchman reach down to her.
"Grab on!unless you wish to take your chance from the fall. If that doesn't kill you, the cold will." She looked up. That was obvious but she couldn't tell if he was taunting her or not. How far he reached, it was definitely concern. She reached as far as she could. No luck.
"You need to reach lower!" She shouted.
He looked around then back at her. He took a dagger and stabbed it into the ground then jumped down. "Here!"
She couldn't believe it. She took his hand and the branch gave in her. She screamed feeling the free fall but his hand stopped her. With what strength he had, he pulled her up. Skye managed to get a good hold and climb back up. He tried to hoist himself up but the dagger slipped and he was first to hang on the ledge. Skye quickly ran. There was no point in helping him. She was a good distance before she froze. Was she really going to just leave him there?
"Think girl think." She told herself. She didn't want to "pay for her crimes" but he didn't deserve to die! He was just doing his job...where did she hear that one before? She looked back at him and made a decision. Skye grabbed her rope hanging off her belt and wrapped it around a tree. "Not this time. Not him too!" She said allowed to herself. She wouldn't let another family suffer what they threw the rope down to him. "Grab on! Hurry before the ledge gives!" She shouted.
He grabbed the rope and she he,d the other side as he climbed. Once he was safe they relaxed. He leaned against a tree and exhaled. "Whew. Thank you."
Skye sighed in relief and replied, "Likewise." She sat down at the base of the tree and stared at the peculiar watchman. "Why did you do that? Isn't the penalty of thievery death depending on the extent of their crimes?"
He chuckled. "By sword or public execution. Not by a fall or freezing to death." He frowned and faced her. "N-not that I believe you deserve such...I-I was just..."
"Shh," she placed a finger to her lips. "I knew what you meant." She smiled. "I knew what you meant. I know your kind. Honorable and kind. A rare breed in a place like this." That was an understatement. Though all watchmen seemed to be that way then again. "Hmph, I should only wish to be so lucky if I ever get caught again."
He stood up. "Nit without retuning what you have stolen. You saved my life; I saved yours. We are even on that account, but if you wish to go I will not let you do so..."
She already knew where this was going. No treasure was worth this. She thre the bag to him. "Just take it." She crossed her arms and turned away. "It's not like he deserves that stuff anymore than I do. I worked harder for it."
"And he bought it," the watchman shit back. "It was rightfully his by the law."
Skye grinned. Playtime. "You don't know that." Skye started to walk circles around him. "He could...be a thief like me? Maybe he got it from... the black market! Or perhaps...he stole it from a friend of mine. I am only stealing what has been stolen by one account."
He sighed and shook his head. He was just at the edge. Maybe she could convince him to give it back. "As far as I am aware, it belongs to him. I will not play judge nor jury of who gets what, if it was rightfully his by our town's law..."
Skye stopped him once again. "But do you know that?" She leaned in close to add some seduction. Maybe this would crumble him.
Instead he put up a string guard. "No, until I have evidence to bring to judgment that he is a thief I will return these things to him. You should be on your way." Skye huffed at another failed attempt. She was sure that seduction would have won. He picked up the bag and faced her once again. "Who are you anyway?"
Skye raised her eyebrows. "What? You haven't heard of me?" She was still playing with him, of course.
He cocked his eyebrows. "In a way isn't that a good thing to you?"
Skye giggled. So smart and clever. "I suppose it is, isn't it?" Well, if you tell me your name with the promise of secrecy I will not to tell my...little business you will swear yourself to secrecy not to tell another watchman my name won't you?"
He seemed uneasy. "I'm not sure if..."
"Oh come on, it won't hurt." Skye smiled. He did ask first. So she should say hers first. "Here, I'll start. I am Skye. And you?"
Her hand came out for a please t shake. He accepted it. "Chase If Flora."
Skye's grin widened. What a nice name. "Chase is it? What's a nice name. I will remember you. Promise to remember me?"
He shrugged. "Hard not to."
Skye giggled. "You flatter me, watchman if Flora. I have a feeling we'll be seeing each other more often. Well I ha e to leave. You do too, I think. So, I bid you good day. Farewell." He walked a little ways before looking back. Skye rolled her eyes. "I said farewell."
Skye disappeared but remained watchful. How dare this watchman take from her what she rightfully had stolen. She had fought and struggled for the valuable treasures far more than the man who owned them. She had earned them! And this watchman from Flora dared to step in her way! Skye glared wholes into the cloak of the watchman and into his heart. Such a beautiful thing. Though she had earned also her death according to his laws, she was spared his blade and his judgment and set loose to to her passion without consequence. A smirk crept on the face of the notorious thief as she watched the man who bested her this day look once more for her.
"So, you think that this is over now that you have won against me this day? No, you are foolish to think so. This day, I swear upon my honor as a thief that I will have my revenge. Those treasures will be as good as mine." She turned to leave but whispered under breath as looked over her shoulder, "as will your heart."