- Aug 9, 2016
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The Festival was nearly over. It had been a fun week. Well, as fun of a week as it could have been. Fitz had spent most of it just kind of wandering, low key looking for information on rare and dangerous magical books he could steal. He had given up on being able to purchase any, even with the nice little pile of cash he was starting to sit on. The kinds of people who got hold of those kinds of books weren't the kind to let them go for something like money.
And he had to bring something or his ass would be roasted. Literally. Hedi had made that abundantly clear, and if his own wanton use of fire in his own dorm room was any indication, he would follow through with such threats.
But Fitz couldn't run himself ragged. If he was too tired, or if he let his own anxiety get the better of him, he'd be as good as dead if and when he actually had the opportunity to snatch one of these stupid books.
So he wandered the Festival. Snatching food from hapless vendors, stealing an unattended trinket or two when the opportunity came around. It was pleasant, a little vacation he could use to keep his skills sharp while having some fun. Plus, he was sure even if he was caught, the most he might get is kicked out. Big deal.
As he wandered the crowds, a familiar face caught his eye. He could.count the number of times he had seen Shay in her male form on one hand, but he had learned to recognize it pretty quickly.
The lass had been avoiding him as of late, and like a good friend he was letting her have her space.
But now his curiosity was getting the better of him. Doffing his hat and stuffing it into the bag he had, Fitz smoothed down his hair and put on a pair of sunglasses. He moved as stealthily as he could through the crowd, following Shay in a casual manner.
He would wait for the crowds to thin out somewhat, then go in close and try to strike up conversation.
He really hoped the lass didn't hate him for some reason.
And he had to bring something or his ass would be roasted. Literally. Hedi had made that abundantly clear, and if his own wanton use of fire in his own dorm room was any indication, he would follow through with such threats.
But Fitz couldn't run himself ragged. If he was too tired, or if he let his own anxiety get the better of him, he'd be as good as dead if and when he actually had the opportunity to snatch one of these stupid books.
So he wandered the Festival. Snatching food from hapless vendors, stealing an unattended trinket or two when the opportunity came around. It was pleasant, a little vacation he could use to keep his skills sharp while having some fun. Plus, he was sure even if he was caught, the most he might get is kicked out. Big deal.
As he wandered the crowds, a familiar face caught his eye. He could.count the number of times he had seen Shay in her male form on one hand, but he had learned to recognize it pretty quickly.
The lass had been avoiding him as of late, and like a good friend he was letting her have her space.
But now his curiosity was getting the better of him. Doffing his hat and stuffing it into the bag he had, Fitz smoothed down his hair and put on a pair of sunglasses. He moved as stealthily as he could through the crowd, following Shay in a casual manner.
He would wait for the crowds to thin out somewhat, then go in close and try to strike up conversation.
He really hoped the lass didn't hate him for some reason.