War. Yanna had heard the word on more than one tongue as she slunk through the shadowy alleys of the market square. She stopped and ducked behind a keg of cheap beer to rest and listen to a shopkeeper and a buyer gossip.
"Did you hear?" Questioned the shopkeeper and he bagged the buyer's purchase, a dozen apples. "Emelans gone and declared war 'gainst Cepoch."
"Really? Why?" Asked the buyer, leaning on the wooden booth, looking casually interested
"Found a fishing ship one morning, someone did. All the crew was dead, the lot of 'em. Cepan arrows. All the fish was gone, too." The shopkeeper replied, nodding sagely as he handed the rough canvas bag of apples to the buyer, who dropped the payment on the counter and walked away.
Yanna blinked, and frowned after hearing them. Depending on how she looked at it, war could be good or bad for her. While the war was going, everyone would be distracted. To busy to notice if a single dagger, or a handful of dates went missing. On the other hand, if Emelan lost, who knew what the Cepans would do with the street rats in the city? Well, she thought to herself, plently of time to worry about that matter later. She was hungry.
Abandoning her worrisome thoughts, she stood and dusted off her dirty-beyond-repair gray breeches, and straightened her equally filthy shirt. She walked casualy over to a booth selling vegtables, under the suspicios, watchful glare of the shopkeeper. After a moment of carefully looking over the womans merchandise, she held up her hand and twitched a finger, as if this was something she did everyday. And it was. The shopkeeper froze in midsentence, her mouth hanging half open. Swiftly, Luna snatched an ear of corn and sprinted off to enjoy her meal.
She slowed after a minute, and turned to look behind her, making sure nobody was following her while she tore the white-green husks off the corn, dropping them carelessly onto the ground and walked straight into another person.
She stumbled backwards and caught her ankle on a rain gutter and wrenched it as she fell. Wincing, she pulled herself into sitting position and glared up at the person she had run into.
He had short brown hair and odd, gray-green eyes. He wore a dark red cape, brown breeches and a white tunic. He bent and held out a hand to help her up. She scowled, and swatted his hand away.
"Watch where your going, daque." She growled, using the word that meant -roughly translated- idiot, in her native language. She grabbed hold of wooden table with her free hand, still clutching her stolen ear of corn with the other, and hauled herself up. The moment she put weight on her bad ankle, Yanna collapsed.
"Same goes for you, street brat." Responded the boy, a hint of amusement hiding in his voice. Without another word, and bent and pulled her up, draping one of her tanned, skinny arms across the back of his neck.
"Now, lets get you to the water temple and see if they can fix you up." Instead of fighting back, as she would have done if it wasnt for her ankle, Yanna sighed and let him guide her to the healers at the water temple.
Note - Firstly, I dont own any of these charecter accept Yanna, and secondly, this will not be a romance unless a whole lot of people tell me it should be.
Ok, what do you think? Dont be nice, be honest. How can I make it better?
"Did you hear?" Questioned the shopkeeper and he bagged the buyer's purchase, a dozen apples. "Emelans gone and declared war 'gainst Cepoch."
"Really? Why?" Asked the buyer, leaning on the wooden booth, looking casually interested
"Found a fishing ship one morning, someone did. All the crew was dead, the lot of 'em. Cepan arrows. All the fish was gone, too." The shopkeeper replied, nodding sagely as he handed the rough canvas bag of apples to the buyer, who dropped the payment on the counter and walked away.
Yanna blinked, and frowned after hearing them. Depending on how she looked at it, war could be good or bad for her. While the war was going, everyone would be distracted. To busy to notice if a single dagger, or a handful of dates went missing. On the other hand, if Emelan lost, who knew what the Cepans would do with the street rats in the city? Well, she thought to herself, plently of time to worry about that matter later. She was hungry.
Abandoning her worrisome thoughts, she stood and dusted off her dirty-beyond-repair gray breeches, and straightened her equally filthy shirt. She walked casualy over to a booth selling vegtables, under the suspicios, watchful glare of the shopkeeper. After a moment of carefully looking over the womans merchandise, she held up her hand and twitched a finger, as if this was something she did everyday. And it was. The shopkeeper froze in midsentence, her mouth hanging half open. Swiftly, Luna snatched an ear of corn and sprinted off to enjoy her meal.
She slowed after a minute, and turned to look behind her, making sure nobody was following her while she tore the white-green husks off the corn, dropping them carelessly onto the ground and walked straight into another person.
She stumbled backwards and caught her ankle on a rain gutter and wrenched it as she fell. Wincing, she pulled herself into sitting position and glared up at the person she had run into.
He had short brown hair and odd, gray-green eyes. He wore a dark red cape, brown breeches and a white tunic. He bent and held out a hand to help her up. She scowled, and swatted his hand away.
"Watch where your going, daque." She growled, using the word that meant -roughly translated- idiot, in her native language. She grabbed hold of wooden table with her free hand, still clutching her stolen ear of corn with the other, and hauled herself up. The moment she put weight on her bad ankle, Yanna collapsed.
"Same goes for you, street brat." Responded the boy, a hint of amusement hiding in his voice. Without another word, and bent and pulled her up, draping one of her tanned, skinny arms across the back of his neck.
"Now, lets get you to the water temple and see if they can fix you up." Instead of fighting back, as she would have done if it wasnt for her ankle, Yanna sighed and let him guide her to the healers at the water temple.
Note - Firstly, I dont own any of these charecter accept Yanna, and secondly, this will not be a romance unless a whole lot of people tell me it should be.
Ok, what do you think? Dont be nice, be honest. How can I make it better?