damia/sky | earlyish
Sky's scowl twisted further until his nose was practically wrinkled up to his brow. He didn't want to admit that he hadn't been pickpocketing lately; between Pyr's illness and their parents' visit, he'd had other things on his mind. But Sky was quickly learning that these two facts meant little to anyone in this so-called "Bards' Guild" and he was, once again, out of practice.
Not that she needed to know that.
"Coin purses, mostly," he lied with a shrug. "Good time of year for it!"