Pihu
Giving Maea one last glare, Pihu pivoted away. When she was only a short distance from them, she lifted her hand. Staring at her palm, she clenched her hand into a fist and then released it. "What in Safrin's starry bottom just happened?" she whispered under her breath, continuing to flex and unflex her fingers.
As the voice rang out behind her, she glanced over her shoulder. Her eyes widened as she saw the other thief barreling straight towards her, apparently with the pale stranger's bag in tow. Stepping to the side, the raven slid her foot out to try and trip the boy. If she succeeded, she'd try to pluck the bag from him. "Amateur hour," she muttered.
As the voice rang out behind her, she glanced over her shoulder. Her eyes widened as she saw the other thief barreling straight towards her, apparently with the pale stranger's bag in tow. Stepping to the side, the raven slid her foot out to try and trip the boy. If she succeeded, she'd try to pluck the bag from him. "Amateur hour," she muttered.
They say these are the golden years
But I wish I could disappear
But I wish I could disappear
