Some people have an identity.
When Flora's path shifted, Thal felt the familiar sixth sense of a coming opportunity. Spotting the vender, she lengthened her stride, discretely closing the distance between them. The soft soles of her shoes kept her footsteps silent, and she pulled her cloak tight to prevent the flapping of material. No one noticed the predator in their midst as she slid into the shadows of the nearby wall to wait.
The cider proved to be the perfect distraction, pulling the Queen's full focus. Although the daggers hung just at her side, well within reach, Thal would attract too much attention trying to snag them from beneath the straps. Her greed pushed her to try - but she wasn't stupid, and the probability of success was too low to risk. Thinking on the fly, Thal considered her other options, and just at that moment, her target opened her bag to pay for the beverage, practically begging her to reach inside.
She only had but a moment. If Flora put her arm down too soon or felt the lightening of her bag, Thal would have to make a quick escape without being recognized.
With all the decisiveness of a seasoned captain, she moved forward casually. Her shoulder brushed gently against Flora's, a diversion as her hand slipped deftly into the bag to snag at a smooth object. She mumbled an 'apology' under her breath while her cloak hid the pocketing of her score. Then she moved to slip back into the crowd without a trace.
The cider proved to be the perfect distraction, pulling the Queen's full focus. Although the daggers hung just at her side, well within reach, Thal would attract too much attention trying to snag them from beneath the straps. Her greed pushed her to try - but she wasn't stupid, and the probability of success was too low to risk. Thinking on the fly, Thal considered her other options, and just at that moment, her target opened her bag to pay for the beverage, practically begging her to reach inside.
She only had but a moment. If Flora put her arm down too soon or felt the lightening of her bag, Thal would have to make a quick escape without being recognized.
With all the decisiveness of a seasoned captain, she moved forward casually. Her shoulder brushed gently against Flora's, a diversion as her hand slipped deftly into the bag to snag at a smooth object. She mumbled an 'apology' under her breath while her cloak hid the pocketing of her score. Then she moved to slip back into the crowd without a trace.
I have an alibi.
I have a shadow self.
I have a shadow self.
Thalassa
