Chapter 9
"So tell me again why I'm here and what job I'd just been hired into" Shelaya was once again in her room with Feyone brushing her Red silk hair.
"th'note you'd been given was from the Old King o' thieves. George Cooper himself, the stamp was on it. And he must thinks yer good at something to 'ave sent you 'ere. Now afore ye'd come t'us, George cooper 'imself 'ad given the King o' thieves a visit, and 'e explained yer position."
"But why didn't George just take me to you instead of putting me through that test? If your king knew about me, why all the knives and everything" Shelaya asked interested.
"Ye see, the New king o' Thieves likes t'know what sort of recruits and wokers 'e'll be 'avin' see? He likes t'put them in a test, t'see if'they're up to thief material or not. You showed 'im that ye were good, and ye wouldn't pass up the chance of getting somehting' pretty eh?" the bigger girl winked at Shelaya. "T'put it simply child, ye're a promsiin' thief, y'don't 'ave a home, we were told, y'needed a job and a life and we understand yer predicament. So until y're better, and can remember everyhtin' y'can live with us and earn a livelihood see? "
There was a a pause and Feyone asked Shelaya a question which had been buggin her mind "What I want to know child is this… with most people, when they think of thieves they think of bad people, people who 'ave no right to live. And if we were to propose this idea to any child or person who had lived in a proper home for most of 'is life, they'd shun th'idea and try t'tell the lord Provost 'bout us. So why aren't ye disgusted by the Court of th'Rogue, ye've got a home I can tell, ye're not hungry or pale or sick, so yer probably a lost noble. Why aren't you rejectin' the idea of bein a thief yerslef ?"
Shelaya looked up at Feyone quietly "I was taught once, I think by my mother whom I don't remember, that everyone needs a livelihood, and no matter what it is, I need to respect it, because someday, I might need that sort of employment to get some bread into my stomach. I was also taught to except things as they are, and not to ask too many question, so that's why I'm dealing with this. In life, you have to deal or die"
Feyone smiled "Why, aren't you a child prodigy…"
Shelaya froze. "Speaking of which," She began "Who was that boy with the blue eyes, the one that was next to the King?"
Feyone sighed "Oh, him? Yeah, isn't he handsome" Her face lost the concentrated look and her eyes flew off into space "He's so dreamy an' 'e's my age too, oh 'ow I wish he would court me. Hmmmmmm" She clutched the hair brush to her chest and lay down on the bed.
Shelaya's eyebrow rose. "Uh Feyone?" She looked down at presumably day- dreaming girl "What's his name"
She murmured something.
"What?" Shelaya placed her ear's close to Feyone's mouth.
Feyone murmured again
"Hair and Fleece?!?!" Shelaya jumped up.
"Noooooo" Feyone laughed. "Haer'Dalis"
(A/N: Said HARE-dah-leece, taken from a character in Baldur's Gate, I disclaim the name, not mine, it belongs to Baldur's Gate 2: Shadows of Amn, Bioware, Black Isle and Advanced Dungeons and Dragons Rpgames)
"But everyone calls him Haer, cause he's quick as a hare in anything" She giggled.
"Oh" So that was Lapis Lazuli's name, Haer'Dalis, huh? And now instead of him stealing from me, I'll be doing the same thing he does. Hmmm… Haer'Dalis. I think I like Dalis better than Haer. Haer makes him sound like an animal.
"So tell me again why I'm here and what job I'd just been hired into" Shelaya was once again in her room with Feyone brushing her Red silk hair.
"th'note you'd been given was from the Old King o' thieves. George Cooper himself, the stamp was on it. And he must thinks yer good at something to 'ave sent you 'ere. Now afore ye'd come t'us, George cooper 'imself 'ad given the King o' thieves a visit, and 'e explained yer position."
"But why didn't George just take me to you instead of putting me through that test? If your king knew about me, why all the knives and everything" Shelaya asked interested.
"Ye see, the New king o' Thieves likes t'know what sort of recruits and wokers 'e'll be 'avin' see? He likes t'put them in a test, t'see if'they're up to thief material or not. You showed 'im that ye were good, and ye wouldn't pass up the chance of getting somehting' pretty eh?" the bigger girl winked at Shelaya. "T'put it simply child, ye're a promsiin' thief, y'don't 'ave a home, we were told, y'needed a job and a life and we understand yer predicament. So until y're better, and can remember everyhtin' y'can live with us and earn a livelihood see? "
There was a a pause and Feyone asked Shelaya a question which had been buggin her mind "What I want to know child is this… with most people, when they think of thieves they think of bad people, people who 'ave no right to live. And if we were to propose this idea to any child or person who had lived in a proper home for most of 'is life, they'd shun th'idea and try t'tell the lord Provost 'bout us. So why aren't ye disgusted by the Court of th'Rogue, ye've got a home I can tell, ye're not hungry or pale or sick, so yer probably a lost noble. Why aren't you rejectin' the idea of bein a thief yerslef ?"
Shelaya looked up at Feyone quietly "I was taught once, I think by my mother whom I don't remember, that everyone needs a livelihood, and no matter what it is, I need to respect it, because someday, I might need that sort of employment to get some bread into my stomach. I was also taught to except things as they are, and not to ask too many question, so that's why I'm dealing with this. In life, you have to deal or die"
Feyone smiled "Why, aren't you a child prodigy…"
Shelaya froze. "Speaking of which," She began "Who was that boy with the blue eyes, the one that was next to the King?"
Feyone sighed "Oh, him? Yeah, isn't he handsome" Her face lost the concentrated look and her eyes flew off into space "He's so dreamy an' 'e's my age too, oh 'ow I wish he would court me. Hmmmmmm" She clutched the hair brush to her chest and lay down on the bed.
Shelaya's eyebrow rose. "Uh Feyone?" She looked down at presumably day- dreaming girl "What's his name"
She murmured something.
"What?" Shelaya placed her ear's close to Feyone's mouth.
Feyone murmured again
"Hair and Fleece?!?!" Shelaya jumped up.
"Noooooo" Feyone laughed. "Haer'Dalis"
(A/N: Said HARE-dah-leece, taken from a character in Baldur's Gate, I disclaim the name, not mine, it belongs to Baldur's Gate 2: Shadows of Amn, Bioware, Black Isle and Advanced Dungeons and Dragons Rpgames)
"But everyone calls him Haer, cause he's quick as a hare in anything" She giggled.
"Oh" So that was Lapis Lazuli's name, Haer'Dalis, huh? And now instead of him stealing from me, I'll be doing the same thing he does. Hmmm… Haer'Dalis. I think I like Dalis better than Haer. Haer makes him sound like an animal.