kawa~ inspiration #66
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Title~ Hunter
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ No idea who they are, but they're mine.
Notes~ kawa~ 66. I had completely different plans for this XD; Rumal was going to rock up and go "No sympathy >0" and generally be a bit of a bastard, but it wasn't working, so~ bugger 'im.
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“My feet hurt, and I’m hungry.”
Anil sighed and swung his little sister off the ground to sit on his hip. “I’ll find us something, okay?”
“Promise?” Lina hugged his shoulders tightly and looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Promise.” He ruffled her hair, then grabbed her under her arms and sat her on a high wall. “Just wait here, okay Lina? I won’t be long.” He grinned and touched her nose with one finger. “Promise.” He ruffled her hair again and turned away from the wall, his eyes already scanning the stalls of the market in the well-practiced ways of a southern districts boy.
The bakery had only a few crusty old loaves left, which Anil quickly passed over. It wasn’t because they were probably halfway to being stale—he’d have quite happily taken a stale loaf or two—rather because there was nobody there buying anything, nobody to distract the owner from Anil’s light fingers.
The baker seemed to be watching everything with bored disinterest, including the other stalls along that part of the road. There was no way Anil would be able to get away cleanly here.
He turned around to catch his little sister’s eye, then pointed down the road and mouthed at her. “Don’t run off, okay?”
Lina nodded and crossed her ankles, swinging her feet against the wall.
Anil smiled and dug his hands into his pockets, doing his best to hide the four parallel scars on the back of his right wrist. In the southern districts he wore them with pride, but up here, they would only attract a more watchful eye.
He wandered the maze of the market place for a few minutes, coming to the fresh fruit section. On a day as warm as this, people were wrangling for a piece of juicy fruit to hydrate and maybe cool themselves down a bit. It was a lazy wrangle, to be certain, but it was enough that Anil would be hidden amongst them.
He wove inconspicuously through the crowd, slipping past the exotic bananas and apples and other fruits he didn’t know or trust. It was the dragon fruit he was interested in. There they were, at least a dozen left. A pile of pinkish-red balls, flappy green ‘scales’ shrivelling in the heat. One would be enough for the both of them, but if he could grab two, that would be ideal.
He sidled up to the stand, trying to look as high-class and honest as he could. As his eyes ran over the diminishing pile of prickly pears, his left hand snuck out and stole one of the dragon fruit away from the pile.
He hid the fruit under the table as he selected one of the prickly pears with his right hand, tossing it in the air before replacing it on the pile and grinning apologetically at the grocer.
The grocer didn’t spare him a second glance though. Good.
Anil walked casually away from the fruit stand, not trying to hide his prize at all. Over the years, he’d learnt quickly that so long as he looked like he was supposed to be doing something, people always assumed he was. As soon as he looked like he was trying to hide something, then he was gone.
Once he was out of sight of the fruit stand, he tossed the dragon fruit in the air and allowed himself a congratulatory grin. So long as Lina hadn’t run off again, he’d done well.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ No idea who they are, but they're mine.
Notes~ kawa~ 66. I had completely different plans for this XD; Rumal was going to rock up and go "No sympathy >0" and generally be a bit of a bastard, but it wasn't working, so~ bugger 'im.
“My feet hurt, and I’m hungry.”
Anil sighed and swung his little sister off the ground to sit on his hip. “I’ll find us something, okay?”
“Promise?” Lina hugged his shoulders tightly and looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Promise.” He ruffled her hair, then grabbed her under her arms and sat her on a high wall. “Just wait here, okay Lina? I won’t be long.” He grinned and touched her nose with one finger. “Promise.” He ruffled her hair again and turned away from the wall, his eyes already scanning the stalls of the market in the well-practiced ways of a southern districts boy.
The bakery had only a few crusty old loaves left, which Anil quickly passed over. It wasn’t because they were probably halfway to being stale—he’d have quite happily taken a stale loaf or two—rather because there was nobody there buying anything, nobody to distract the owner from Anil’s light fingers.
The baker seemed to be watching everything with bored disinterest, including the other stalls along that part of the road. There was no way Anil would be able to get away cleanly here.
He turned around to catch his little sister’s eye, then pointed down the road and mouthed at her. “Don’t run off, okay?”
Lina nodded and crossed her ankles, swinging her feet against the wall.
Anil smiled and dug his hands into his pockets, doing his best to hide the four parallel scars on the back of his right wrist. In the southern districts he wore them with pride, but up here, they would only attract a more watchful eye.
He wandered the maze of the market place for a few minutes, coming to the fresh fruit section. On a day as warm as this, people were wrangling for a piece of juicy fruit to hydrate and maybe cool themselves down a bit. It was a lazy wrangle, to be certain, but it was enough that Anil would be hidden amongst them.
He wove inconspicuously through the crowd, slipping past the exotic bananas and apples and other fruits he didn’t know or trust. It was the dragon fruit he was interested in. There they were, at least a dozen left. A pile of pinkish-red balls, flappy green ‘scales’ shrivelling in the heat. One would be enough for the both of them, but if he could grab two, that would be ideal.
He sidled up to the stand, trying to look as high-class and honest as he could. As his eyes ran over the diminishing pile of prickly pears, his left hand snuck out and stole one of the dragon fruit away from the pile.
He hid the fruit under the table as he selected one of the prickly pears with his right hand, tossing it in the air before replacing it on the pile and grinning apologetically at the grocer.
The grocer didn’t spare him a second glance though. Good.
Anil walked casually away from the fruit stand, not trying to hide his prize at all. Over the years, he’d learnt quickly that so long as he looked like he was supposed to be doing something, people always assumed he was. As soon as he looked like he was trying to hide something, then he was gone.
Once he was out of sight of the fruit stand, he tossed the dragon fruit in the air and allowed himself a congratulatory grin. So long as Lina hadn’t run off again, he’d done well.
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Date: 2006-03-27 04:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-27 06:02 am (UTC)