Post by Amanda on Apr 29, 2012 19:49:10 GMT -5
The sky above Kabal City's marketplace was a rusty orange-red as the sun began its lazy descent toward the horizon; the merchant's wooden stalls cast long, winding shadows over the cobbled streets that caressed the footsteps of passersby. Darkness would fall soon enough, a softly enveloping blanket of security to those who knew how to make use of it.
A single dragonfly, golden brown like melting caramel and glinting in the sun's dying light, fluttered innocently between the pedestrian traffic, drawing in a few glances as it darted to and fro. It landed for a brief moment on the tip of a passing elf's ear, then swept away again, mingling with the dusky air. Several curious glances followed the dragonfly as it fluttered up into the sky and then -- out of sight.
Cloaked in the shadow of a basket-weaver's stall, Anyanka Aleid leaned casually against it as though she had been there all evening, head bowed and fingers toying with the coin purse she had just nicked off an unsuspecting passerby. Her thin mouth curved into an almost imperceptible grin -- the only praise she would allow herself in this public place.
She tucked the purse into a fold of her cloak, satisfied with the day's work, and began a leisurely pace toward the southeast district; plans of acquiring a room for the night swam lazily through her mind, amidst dreams of luxuriously-furnished inn suites and all the lovely trinkets that would go missing upon her departure.
Anyanka joined the gathering throng of people making toward the various ways out of the market as darkness began to fall, winking cheekily at a pedestrian who caught her eye and wondering as she did so where the night would take her next.
A single dragonfly, golden brown like melting caramel and glinting in the sun's dying light, fluttered innocently between the pedestrian traffic, drawing in a few glances as it darted to and fro. It landed for a brief moment on the tip of a passing elf's ear, then swept away again, mingling with the dusky air. Several curious glances followed the dragonfly as it fluttered up into the sky and then -- out of sight.
Cloaked in the shadow of a basket-weaver's stall, Anyanka Aleid leaned casually against it as though she had been there all evening, head bowed and fingers toying with the coin purse she had just nicked off an unsuspecting passerby. Her thin mouth curved into an almost imperceptible grin -- the only praise she would allow herself in this public place.
She tucked the purse into a fold of her cloak, satisfied with the day's work, and began a leisurely pace toward the southeast district; plans of acquiring a room for the night swam lazily through her mind, amidst dreams of luxuriously-furnished inn suites and all the lovely trinkets that would go missing upon her departure.
Anyanka joined the gathering throng of people making toward the various ways out of the market as darkness began to fall, winking cheekily at a pedestrian who caught her eye and wondering as she did so where the night would take her next.