21st of Summer, 512 AV Aehra sat on the warm stone path, out of the way of the occasional drifter that happened by. It was a beautiful day-- in her opinion, the best day she'd had all season-- with sunlight that was comforting rather than suffocating, fluffed clouds sparsely decorating the vast blue expanse of the sky, and mercifully gentle winds that cooled Aehra's warming skin as they brushed past. She leaned back against the outer wall of a waterfront store, turning her face towards the sun and letting herself soak in the light. From a ways ahead, the gentle rocking of waves lapping softly at sand washed over her, accompanied by the even softer creak of moving ships at the docks, farther away. Aehra sat with her legs splayed out in front of her, and she held in her lap a small copper pin. Its shape was twisted and contorted, with the silhouette of a wing, but its insides being a maze of interwoven lines, and at the base sat a very small blue gem; its shape was one that Aehra had memorized from a very young age, but she absently ran the pad of her thumb over its planes as though she thought that there might be some new crevice which she had not yet discovered. The sounds, the sun, the familiar feeling of her pin in her hand-- it wasn't very difficult at all for her to doze into a light sleep, in the midday sun. She drifted in and out of consciousness rather like the tide, and as such had very little sense of time. At some point, the feeling of small, grubby fingers digging into the palm of her hands began to rouse her from her state, but it wasn't until the fingers disappeared and took the weight of her pin with them that she snapped her eyes open. A little boy knelt beside her, with big green eyes and a button nose, and he was clutching her pin-- her pin-- underneath his dirt-dusted chin. He sucked in a sharp breath, turned, and quickly fled down and turned onto a street, disappearing from Aehra's view. Whether it was shock at being so easily robbed or her lingering drowsiness that kept her from immediately pursuing him, Aehra had no idea. Quite suddenly, her father's face flashed before her eyes, smiling and laughing as he told her for what must have been the hundredth time the story behind the pin, her father's pin, and a surge of energy shot through her limbs. "Little snake!" She shrieked, and shot down the path after him. She turned down the corner, searching for any glimpse of the young thief. All was still for a moment, and then-- There!-- he turned, farther up ahead. She raced after him, slowing quickly when she heard raised voices that certainly belonged to people older than the child that'd taken her pin. She peeked around the corner to see a group of four or five young people, all looking to be in early adulthood (with the exception being her own personal thief). They were laughing among themselves, and when the little boy raced up to one of the women, she cooed proudly at him and took Aehra's pin. The woman's laugh redoubled, drifting in the light wind, and she tossed it to a man standing across the group, who caught it deftly and juggled it between his hands with a smirk. The boy to his right said something, and the one holding her pin barked out a harsh laugh before tossing the copper wing to another girl, and Aehra saw red. She tensed, ready to rush into the group to get her pin back, when a girl ran to the group, grinning excitedly. She held her hand out proudly, but whatever it was that she had (had stolen, likely) was blocked from view by someone's back. Aehra frowned as the group greeted her much the same way as they had the little boy, and began tossing the two items around the group, laughing amongst themselves as they juggled their stolen goods. |