Post by Chishio on Apr 25, 2020 14:06:05 GMT -5
How long had she been following this man? The platinum blonde dark-skinned beauty would attempt to keep up with the pickpocketer who dashed through and out of the crowds and groups of others. As he fled, she could see him in the distance somehow knowing where to touch and grace against the clothing of others on the marketplace's trail.
This was a wealthy strip filled with only the most elite of products. Only those who could afford such items had to be nobles or just really economically prosperous people. Or maybe, even a commoner who had saved enough just for that one particular product. But that was rare, like the items and trinkets and gifts only one
She wondered if this man even noticed her presence. Chishio came to the conclusion this man hadn't. He never looked behind. Only forward and occasionally side to side did his eyes graze. He must've had a horrible peripheral vision, but as Chishio would tilt and angle her body appropriately she could see who he had his eyes set upon.
A girl who was about her age. Chishio was older by her than a year, but most could think she was even younger than that. Well, if only they had known. She could've sworn the other white-haired girl turned her head around and locked eyes with her. But perhaps, she stared not at her, but someone else. No, this man that stood between them had changed tasks too something much more sinister than just stealing.
Little did she know, Chishio was dealing with another noble quite capable of handling the situation- Astrid Romanov. A well-known noble, one of the elites much like her own family. Her surname known, but Astrid's lack of achievements was well-known so therefore Chishio couldn't recognize. If anything, she looked a bit like a Silva...... If she had known who she was just by appearance, she'd still eye the younger girl's stalker. Besides, you could never be too sure. And as a Magic Knight, it was apart of her duty to participate in such a situation.
Chishio began to close in onto the two of them as they began heading to a much more lonesome part of the town of silva. Where they were heading, one couldn't know.
"Hey! What is it do you just think you are doing?!" she'd shout at the man whose pace quickened somewhat nearing Astrid.
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Tags: Astrid Romanov
This was a wealthy strip filled with only the most elite of products. Only those who could afford such items had to be nobles or just really economically prosperous people. Or maybe, even a commoner who had saved enough just for that one particular product. But that was rare, like the items and trinkets and gifts only one
She wondered if this man even noticed her presence. Chishio came to the conclusion this man hadn't. He never looked behind. Only forward and occasionally side to side did his eyes graze. He must've had a horrible peripheral vision, but as Chishio would tilt and angle her body appropriately she could see who he had his eyes set upon.
A girl who was about her age. Chishio was older by her than a year, but most could think she was even younger than that. Well, if only they had known. She could've sworn the other white-haired girl turned her head around and locked eyes with her. But perhaps, she stared not at her, but someone else. No, this man that stood between them had changed tasks too something much more sinister than just stealing.
Little did she know, Chishio was dealing with another noble quite capable of handling the situation- Astrid Romanov. A well-known noble, one of the elites much like her own family. Her surname known, but Astrid's lack of achievements was well-known so therefore Chishio couldn't recognize. If anything, she looked a bit like a Silva...... If she had known who she was just by appearance, she'd still eye the younger girl's stalker. Besides, you could never be too sure. And as a Magic Knight, it was apart of her duty to participate in such a situation.
Chishio began to close in onto the two of them as they began heading to a much more lonesome part of the town of silva. Where they were heading, one couldn't know.
"Hey! What is it do you just think you are doing?!" she'd shout at the man whose pace quickened somewhat nearing Astrid.
Words: 400
Tags: Astrid Romanov
