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| Fin | Aug 6 2009, 04:34 PM |
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Princess of Thieves
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At that little glint she caught in his eye Fin had happily obliged the dare, nudging him once more with her elbow. It was certainly proving an amusing night, a definite advancement from the three hundred and sixty five she had spent in a high security cell. Not that every night spent without locks and bars was not an improvement, but such charming company certainly had something to do with what made this night seem one hundred times better. That, and the ring now safely returned to her finger. Another comment was made, this time eluding to a potential peg leg. At this, her eyebrow quirked and honey colored orbs moved from Patrick's face down to his legs, and then back to meet his sea green eye. “Well then we'll have a good laugh, eh?” His next action took her a little off guard, taking in at first with disinterest his standing to follow. Then, however, his head bowed and he held his arm out to her in a flashy, amusing mockery of the nobility parading around. Her ears went back, or perhaps he was mocking her? No- he was most certainly not. In Fin's indecently short dress, holes in her silk stockings, the two of them made quite a comical pair at such an extravagant gala. The wink made her laugh, eyes brightening as, after a few moments pausing, she accepted his arm, a thief and a pirate heading in to what was to be the most talked about party of the year. She limped slightly as they moved together, doing her best to hide it. His questions drew her eyes back to his face, gaging for a moment just how much she wished to share with him. Her tail swayed lazily behind her, as floral smells from the gardens surrounded and engulfed them. It could not over power the sea's scent on his skin, however. Her voice finally came as they entered, passing the front doors. “A man named Liron patched me up. It could've been worse- getting three arrows and an ax to the shoulder seem like a bargain to get out of being lynched.” Joking about such a serious matter, she added, “Thats far too plain a death for my taste.” As they made their way onto the dance floor Fin turned to Patrick and released his arm, instead resting one hand on his shoulder and the other sliding into his hand. Her own was surprisingly soft for such a profession, but there had been very little hard work to rough them up while in jail. The dance started, she moved effortlessly, as if her limp didn't exist. She had, had over a century of practice, perfecting such delicate arts in an effort to be presentable for her mother's side of the family. She seemed happy, happier then he'd probably ever seen, but it did not show in a goofy grin. Instead it was bright in her gold eyes, a small smile that showed the tips of white fangs. “You're not so bad.” she told him, shifting a little closer so that she could speak quietly and still be heard. |
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