the light catches the eye but shadows have (moretosay) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-01-14 03:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | briar maeve naga, feng huang, ongoing |
Making my own road out of gravel and some wine
1/16 Midnight ish
Feng ✦ Briar
Someone gets caught PG-13? Ongoing |
There were a couple new people in town. It happened, Briar had seen a number of folk come and go during her time in Summerview. It was a Refugee City, at the end of the day, after all. Some stayed, some intended to yet didn't, and others were too restless due to fear or habit to linger. Honestly, she couldn't blame either. This one though? This one had caught her eye. Old, older than he let on and her cursory digging showed. Briar tended to be good at picking out the longer lived along them. Call it intuition, call it greed, self preservation instincts - because they survived for a reason didn't they? - call it too much time spent around the Fae. Whatever, but it worked. Briar liked mysteries though, shiny things that caught her eye, they usually had fascinating stories and other acrutements behind them. It was tempting, and Briar had never been the best at resisting temptation. Especially when her...Romantic entanglement? Sure, let's go with that, when her entanglement didn't require her hiding things like this too much. Feng's place wasn't the first she had broken into for this purpose since moving to Summerview. Julius probably thought he was special, but she had cased most the town when she first arrived, and anyone interesting thereafter. And why shouldn't she? James wanted to know what she was, and she wasn't sure, she was made not born, and literally made - manipulated, down to her DNA - to be a thief. What was the point then, if she didn't use that skill? The one that sllowed her to the magical security grids around certain resident's homes. The items that gleamed with the most history and power. Though it was years of practice and stubborness that helped her crawl through the window on the top floor, silent as her thin soled boots hit the floor of what she was fairly sure was a storage room. Perfect. |