Separate Worlds and Kindred Souls [Leiva]

[Gael]

It was quite unfortunate that the reasoning as to why Gael was currently headed to Bulgar wasn’t one with better circumstances. No, when your homeland was in the current situation that Sacae was in there was little time to be visiting any places for reasons other than to prepare for war. And that was what Gael was doing exactly. He had been sent with a few of his Greikah brethren to Bulgar in order to see if it was still possible to find any last minute supplies they may need for their upcoming journey. This was not the way he intended to visit Bulgar.

They would be staying for a bit longer than expected due to some troubling circumstances one of Gael’s siblings had to attend to. As for the rest of the group after they had procured what it was exactly they were looking for they only had to wait until the more important matters were dealt with. This gave them time to wander about and experience whatever Bulgar had to offer. Gael took this opportunity to truly take in the capital. There had been a great battle here, one that Gael would enjoy learning more about but that would have to be at some other time.

The tension while riding towards Bulgar was thick and getting away from the rest of the group was rather relieving and the time alone was welcomed greatly. It was good for him to get some time to himself to clear his head. Bulgar was a wonderful capital and Gael wondered what it looked like when it was busy and filled with people. It wasn’t abandoned but it certainly wasn’t as lively as Gael would have preferred. As of now he was simply wandering about and taking in the sites, lost in his thoughts.

[Leiva]

Another day, another spree of stealing necessities. Leiva would be lying if she said that the constant assignments streaming from her mentor didn't get grating; it kind of sucked that she had to constantly steal every little thing she needed. She had already had several unfavorable altercations already, and she honestly would've liked to have kept all of her phalanges lest she be caught by Bulgar's city guard, or by a surly man who didn't take kindly to having his food be stolen.

But she had managed to keep her fingers so far, and today was going exceptionally well; she had already stolen a rather sizable slice of cheese and some dried mutton, and she felt the need to keep the streak going. Leiva turned the corner of the small alleyway in which she hid and analyzed the street; it was rather barren at the moment, considering the hour, and that was bad for the novice. The less people there were, the more likely somebody would notice if his or her coinpurse disappeared. But, being a thief in training, Leiva had learned to make the best of a bad situation, and she set her gaze on a rather foreign-looking young man wandering about the street. He appeared to be a nomad, from what Leiva could see; not accustomed to the atmosphere or population of Bulgar. Now this, this was perfect. An easy target, for once.

The would-be thief continued down the street and approached the young man, scanning his body for any valuables. And sure enough, there appeared to be a plentiful bounty of pouches, bags, and sacks adorning his body from various belts. Now, that was a challenge. Leiva didn't really know how she would go about cutting them down safely, but she supposed she'd go for the low-hanging fruit, for now; a small pouch tied to the belt that even she with her not-exactly-optimal physical strength could cut down swiftly and easily. She took a deep breath and focused herself. She needed to be as casual and nonchalant as possible about this.

Leiva grunted in a hyperbolic manner as she collided with Gael's side, gripping the pouch and deftly cutting it down with a dagger held in her left hand with only a bit of a struggle, quickly withdrawing her arms back into her cloak as she turned around to face the nomad. She put on her best apologetic face and spoke. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you." She turned around and continued walking, slipping the pouch into her pocket as she moved. Perfect cover, Leiva. He's totally going to buy that you collided with him accidentally in a virtually empty street. Nice. Yeesh. You got a long way to go, girl.