11th Winter 515
A deep growl erupted from her stomach, reminding her once again that it was time to eat. But Merevaika had no food. She was hungry and didn't want to spend the effort and time to go out to hunt. And the few rations she had saved for the winter had been stolen from her, a thief stealing from a thief. It was ironic, but that didn't stop her from planning to do just the same. Two could play at that game.
Merevaika had no way of finding who it was that had snatched her food, so couldn't steal it back. But she could always pick some other unknowing target, and as she stalked through the tents at the light of dawn, she let herself wonder who would be the best target. The backs of tents flew past her, until she settled on one, where she could see no shadows nor hear no movement.
Living in a city of tents made stealing so much more easy. No locks to stop her, no doors to block the way. There was the web, but Merevaika knew enough to be able to pick out the smaller groups, the ones less likely to have knowledge as foreigners. Targets less likely to be able to pull at the djed and form the reinforcements she knew could be made. One day, she would learn it, and learn to avoid it. Until then, she would make sure she didn't set any web off.
The Drykas woman sunk low to the ground, tugging the tent wall up the very slightest. It had been firmly pegged to the ground, but a gap was formed, a rush of warm air warming her fingers. Furs covered the ground, but no person made a move to stop her, and the woman rolled under with little difficulty, glad for her lean nature. The thief wriggled all the way through, and let the tent fall behind her, sealing the room. A sleeping area, with plenty of furs and cloths, but no food. She had been lucky to have not been caught.
Merevaika moved to the next section, which had been designed as a kitchen, pots in one corner and still flaming fire in the next. Every step was gentle, slow and well timed, and no one came. Through the next doorway lay several barrels and chests. She could smell it even before she saw it. Another step forward, then she hesitated. Were the hidden djed strands covering the most important part of surviving winter? Even if the camp hadn't, this was much more important. Better not enter the food storage area, just in case. Instead, she searched around the kitchen, hoping for a scrap laying around. Just a small bundle of meat, which she pocketed quickly. It was still hot, which meant someone had to be around.
She heard their voice, calling out to someone as they started to make their way towards the tent. The Drykas pushed back into the sleeping area, hiding behind the furs that separated them. The woman who had come in began to hum as she worked on the fire. Merevaika paid no more attention - she pulled up the wall of the tent, wriggling through. Her foot got caught, but it only took seconds to slip out, somehow managing to escape. It wasn't a lot, but she could always try again.
This time, she spotted a girl, who looked vaguely familiar with the large blue eyes. Merevaika couldn't place her, but she looked vulnerable, and if Merevaika had seen her before, it must have been alone. She would be her next target. The Drykas waited for the right moment, before she would strike.
oocThat's you! mind giving me a little info on where the food would be, and I'll get to stealing it!
A deep growl erupted from her stomach, reminding her once again that it was time to eat. But Merevaika had no food. She was hungry and didn't want to spend the effort and time to go out to hunt. And the few rations she had saved for the winter had been stolen from her, a thief stealing from a thief. It was ironic, but that didn't stop her from planning to do just the same. Two could play at that game.
Merevaika had no way of finding who it was that had snatched her food, so couldn't steal it back. But she could always pick some other unknowing target, and as she stalked through the tents at the light of dawn, she let herself wonder who would be the best target. The backs of tents flew past her, until she settled on one, where she could see no shadows nor hear no movement.
Living in a city of tents made stealing so much more easy. No locks to stop her, no doors to block the way. There was the web, but Merevaika knew enough to be able to pick out the smaller groups, the ones less likely to have knowledge as foreigners. Targets less likely to be able to pull at the djed and form the reinforcements she knew could be made. One day, she would learn it, and learn to avoid it. Until then, she would make sure she didn't set any web off.
The Drykas woman sunk low to the ground, tugging the tent wall up the very slightest. It had been firmly pegged to the ground, but a gap was formed, a rush of warm air warming her fingers. Furs covered the ground, but no person made a move to stop her, and the woman rolled under with little difficulty, glad for her lean nature. The thief wriggled all the way through, and let the tent fall behind her, sealing the room. A sleeping area, with plenty of furs and cloths, but no food. She had been lucky to have not been caught.
Merevaika moved to the next section, which had been designed as a kitchen, pots in one corner and still flaming fire in the next. Every step was gentle, slow and well timed, and no one came. Through the next doorway lay several barrels and chests. She could smell it even before she saw it. Another step forward, then she hesitated. Were the hidden djed strands covering the most important part of surviving winter? Even if the camp hadn't, this was much more important. Better not enter the food storage area, just in case. Instead, she searched around the kitchen, hoping for a scrap laying around. Just a small bundle of meat, which she pocketed quickly. It was still hot, which meant someone had to be around.
She heard their voice, calling out to someone as they started to make their way towards the tent. The Drykas pushed back into the sleeping area, hiding behind the furs that separated them. The woman who had come in began to hum as she worked on the fire. Merevaika paid no more attention - she pulled up the wall of the tent, wriggling through. Her foot got caught, but it only took seconds to slip out, somehow managing to escape. It wasn't a lot, but she could always try again.
This time, she spotted a girl, who looked vaguely familiar with the large blue eyes. Merevaika couldn't place her, but she looked vulnerable, and if Merevaika had seen her before, it must have been alone. She would be her next target. The Drykas waited for the right moment, before she would strike.
oocThat's you! mind giving me a little info on where the food would be, and I'll get to stealing it!
But if at all possible, I need Seirei to be successful in slapping Merevaika for my own seasonal challenge. As far as Kairi's interference, I see her as trying to block Merevaika's escape route with her own body, but feel free to come up with another interpretation.
