I'm Not sure I can actually make them meet, I'm keeping this Cannon to the best of my ability, so Skif can't know what Reven is. We'll see though, it doesn't mean that Reven won't see Skif or know who he is, I'm working on that one. I did find a problem with the weather of all things, so I'll be fixing that this chapter. And the last job, Reven did was taken from the book, with my own spin of course. So that belongs to Mercedes Lackey. I decided to add a little something so this is for all those who've been asking for Skif

Ch.7 A little Taste of Skif

Over the next week Reven kept his eyes open for his rival, but it appeared the other was keeping a low profile. Good, Reven thought, you just keep doing that.

Early the next week the heat deepened to the point that even Reven with his southern blood was uncomfortable. He sighed, now he was unlikely to find the other, it was too dangerous to do jobs at night and he had never heard of anyone here doing them during the day, though it wasn't unheard of from where Reven came from.

He walked into the quarter he was casing. He looked up at the park and sighed it would be a refuge from the heat, for a while at least.

He sat against the tree eyes closed and listening to the sounds of the city, he pulled off his hat and ran a hand through his damp hair. The jingle of a horses tack made his eyes fly open, he watched in disbelief as one of the white horses the Heralds rode, ambled slowly to the east, grazing as she went. He froze, where was her Herald, he thought.

He didn't make a move, freezing under the tree, he didn't want to draw attention to himself, especially with his hair uncovered, it had always been too noticeable. When he had been young, his master had almost passed him by because of it, only the sheer talent he had displayed had kept him from picking another boy to train.

He kept still, only his eyes tracking the beast as she moved. Another movement captured his attention. A boy, his dark curly hair a little wild, stalked the horse. From his clothes, Reven could tell he was from one of the worse parts of town, it wasn't obvious, but Reven had an eye for detail and thought about everything he could see. From the way the boy moved, Reven could tell he was a professional and there was only one reason for him to be in this part of town now. He frowned, was this the one he had been seeking, he was just a boy. Suddenly Reven felt a burning wish to speak to him, but how to warn him about the beasts nature.

He could see no way to do so without compromising himself, he kept still, watching the drama unfold. He almost laughed when he saw the beast walk between the two hedges, he knew very well from what his contact had been telling him that these 'horses' were no such thing, he could only conclude that she wanted the boy. He sighed what a waste. The boy would have been a master himself in time.

He wondered if he would be able to free the boy after they caught him, it would mean leaving immediately, but he had a feeling the boy would be worth it. It was something to consider anyway. He had been thinking lately of passing his knowledge on to another and he had the feeling that with this boy, it wouldn't be boring.

He grinned slightly at the thought and stiffened as the beasts head turned, for just a moment in his direction, then again maybe that wasn't a good idea, he thought, chilled.

He saw the boy grab her reins and jump to her back, his wide grin disappearing as she jumped and ran, taking the boy on a ride for his life. He stayed where he was, only leaving as the last sound of her hooves stopped echoing through the park. He sighed again and rose, covering his head and walking his twisted path back to the Inn, he didn't feel much like working now anyway and he hadn't liked the look she had given him, he was afraid he had been noticed.

There you got your little taste of Skif, though I'm thinking of adding more in a future chapter, a little challenge for myself.