Aamu
Well.
So that's how that went. The words you don't say die on his tongue as he sees what moves between the other man's fingers, catching the soft and shifting lights of torches in its hammered surface. Of course Aamu recognizes it: he made it for practice just a few days ago, and now it's wandered from his pocket to this stranger's hand. And Aamu, alert, careful Aamu, has been thoroughly bested, which says a fair bit about the thief's skill.
Aamu laughs. Grins. It's freeing. After years of murder and witch-hunts it's somehow liberating to be expertly pick-pocketed of all things. "Impressive," he says, a little surprised still by his own reaction. If anyone had told him he'd go up to Haulani and get pick-pocketed like nobody's business he would've thought he'd be put out by it, a bit grumpy perhaps, even if an iron ring is nothing of value to him.
And instead, he's just happy. Feels woken up, snapped from his daze. He still has absolutely no idea what the guy is after, and the worst he can steal is his life, and he thinks that wouldn't be so bad either. "So what did I run into?"
So that's how that went. The words you don't say die on his tongue as he sees what moves between the other man's fingers, catching the soft and shifting lights of torches in its hammered surface. Of course Aamu recognizes it: he made it for practice just a few days ago, and now it's wandered from his pocket to this stranger's hand. And Aamu, alert, careful Aamu, has been thoroughly bested, which says a fair bit about the thief's skill.
Aamu laughs. Grins. It's freeing. After years of murder and witch-hunts it's somehow liberating to be expertly pick-pocketed of all things. "Impressive," he says, a little surprised still by his own reaction. If anyone had told him he'd go up to Haulani and get pick-pocketed like nobody's business he would've thought he'd be put out by it, a bit grumpy perhaps, even if an iron ring is nothing of value to him.
And instead, he's just happy. Feels woken up, snapped from his daze. He still has absolutely no idea what the guy is after, and the worst he can steal is his life, and he thinks that wouldn't be so bad either. "So what did I run into?"
You are the night-time fear
You are the morning when it's clear
You are the morning when it's clear
