1st of Spring, 513 AV - Sixth Bell - Lady's Lap Shikoba rolled onto her side, eyes closed, and groaned. Her mind was beginning to awaken, greatly disagreeing with the rest of her, which seemed to be weighed down by some invisible force. Groaning again, she began to slowly open her eyes, only to wince and close them again. "Mmmm..." Sighing, she tried again, this time, pushing herself into a sitting position. Before she could change her mind, she swung her legs to the side of the bed in her single room. She had arrived at the first bell, but her mind did not seem to want any rest. Resigned, Shikoba rose to her feet. Brushing her fingers through her thick, black hair, she moved slowly towards the basin she had filled with her water skin, preparing for the day ahead. A while later, she walked down to the lower levels of the Lady's Lap, nodding to one of the maids on her way up. She frowned slightly when the maid quickened her passe, though she could not entirely blame her. The fully black eyes of the Chaktawe tended to unnerve most people. Shrugging to herself, she walked into the kitchen, following a mouthwatering sent, and nodded to the second maid, who smiled absently as she heaved a sack of some ingredient into storage. A wave of heat washed over her skin, reminding her of the open sands, however, it had a slightly herbs and spiced scent. Turning her attention to the one creating the delicious sent, she smiled. "Good morning," she said, her tone not betraying her exhaustion in the slightest. The person in question, an old man of the Eypharian people, the owner of the inn, stood by a dish containing fresh loaves of bread. He greeted her in much the same manner, clearly concentrated on the task at hand; making enough breakfast for the clientele. Shikoba had met him, Sabaf, only about five bells earlier, and had paid for a thirty-night stay. She counted out two silver mizahs, and was rewarded with a light morning meal. Taking her prize with her, she thanked Sabaf, and stepped out into the street. - Three Bells Later - It had occurred to her that having no source of income, she would be in a dangerous position in the future, and so, she had searched for a place that would hire her. Employer after employer took one look at her, and sent her on her way. The few that listened to what she had to say, smiled and said that they could not afford to hire someone who had only just entered the city. How could they trust someone of whom no one knew anything about? Eventually, she had stopped trying, pausing to rest at the docks. That was where she came to decide her work. Wandering down the pier, something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head a fraction, she noticed a person trailing behind someone who appeared to be a sailor. As she watched, the person who was trailing, a young boy, slipped by his target. At the moment, the sailor was busy flirting with a merchant's daughter, a pretty little thing, who's father was so busy with his customers that he had forgotten her for the moment. As the boy passed by, his hand snaked out, plucking something from the sailor's person, and continued on, as if nothing had happened. A few moments later, the merchant seemed to remember his daughter, catching sight of her and the sailor, his face darkening visibly at what he saw. His daughter, unaware of her companion's impending doom, giggled at something her suitor had said. Though she was aware that she was staring, Shikoba couldn't seem to look away, though she made sure to stay out of the way of the workers, waiting to see if the victim of the little theft would realized he'd been robbed. Shikoba had to admit that the sailor was rather attractive, in a rough, daring way. However, the pale tone his skin took on when he saw the fuming merchant did not suit him, turning his sun induced tan slightly ashy. By the time the merchant had come upon them, his daughter had finally realized her suitor's distress, and turned to face him. Ignoring the girl, her father came up to the sailor, and despite being a whole head shorter than the sailor, the merchant was clearly a man who was used to people listening to him. Giving the sailor a once over, he gestured to where his wares were being taken to be transported into the city, seeming to be testing the other man's coin purse. The sailor reached for his coin, and froze. That was when Shikoba realized what the boy from earlier had lifted. A slow smile spread across her lips, an idea blooming in her mind. |