some way past her teenage years, though if you asked for a number, you probably wouldn't be in a position to be pondering the answer for long.
Her skin was fairly tanned, giving the effect of having spent some time out in the sun and she was wearing a plain grey cotton shirt and brown trousers which reached down to her leather boots. She looked mostly human, her general shape and face showed that, but there appeared to be a pair of rather feline looking ears protruding from the top of her head and a cat-like tail sticking out from a hole in her breeches. Her hair was long, past shoulder length and brown, which matched her eyes which seemed to glow in the gloom. She looked all in all like a quite attractive young lady.
"I guess...", admitted the kneeling figure.
"And you did push the man over", replied the figure, still staring out of the window, "Rather hard I might add".
"Hey, I said I couldn’t stick my tail in those leggings, they were tight enough, thank you."
“And if you, had, you wouldn’t have needed to push him over.”
“But-”.
He was interrupted by the raising of a hand. The girl stared intently out of a small hole in the dirt covered window. Then, seemingly satisfied with the lack of movement outside, turned away and sat down on a box in the corner of the dusty room. She drew a knife from behind her and tossed it up in the air, it span several times in the air, and she caught it expertly without even looking.
"We're not supposed to hurt anyone, Garas", she said, flatly. "We're thieves, not thugs". She bounced the knife between her hands and threw it up in the air a few more times, staring at nothing in particular.
"Don't see the difference myself", mumbled Garas. He looked up at glinting knife, then the blank face, then got back to sorting the contents of the crates.
There was a sound of laughter and barking from the next room and then a banging and clattering of various things falling over. The girl sighed, stood up, and then walked into through the doorway.
She came back holding a dog and a small figure wrapped in a cloak, one in each hand.
"Aw, come on Marian, we were only playing around, they weren’t even valuable!", said the hooded figure sulkily, struggling in her grip and the dog in her other hand whined in agreement.
Her skin was fairly tanned, giving the effect of having spent some time out in the sun and she was wearing a plain grey cotton shirt and brown trousers which reached down to her leather boots. She looked mostly human, her general shape and face showed that, but there appeared to be a pair of rather feline looking ears protruding from the top of her head and a cat-like tail sticking out from a hole in her breeches. Her hair was long, past shoulder length and brown, which matched her eyes which seemed to glow in the gloom. She looked all in all like a quite attractive young lady.
"I guess...", admitted the kneeling figure.
"And you did push the man over", replied the figure, still staring out of the window, "Rather hard I might add".
"Hey, I said I couldn’t stick my tail in those leggings, they were tight enough, thank you."
“And if you, had, you wouldn’t have needed to push him over.”
“But-”.
He was interrupted by the raising of a hand. The girl stared intently out of a small hole in the dirt covered window. Then, seemingly satisfied with the lack of movement outside, turned away and sat down on a box in the corner of the dusty room. She drew a knife from behind her and tossed it up in the air, it span several times in the air, and she caught it expertly without even looking.
"We're not supposed to hurt anyone, Garas", she said, flatly. "We're thieves, not thugs". She bounced the knife between her hands and threw it up in the air a few more times, staring at nothing in particular.
"Don't see the difference myself", mumbled Garas. He looked up at glinting knife, then the blank face, then got back to sorting the contents of the crates.
There was a sound of laughter and barking from the next room and then a banging and clattering of various things falling over. The girl sighed, stood up, and then walked into through the doorway.
She came back holding a dog and a small figure wrapped in a cloak, one in each hand.
"Aw, come on Marian, we were only playing around, they weren’t even valuable!", said the hooded figure sulkily, struggling in her grip and the dog in her other hand whined in agreement.
