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Admittedly, theft was not the most honorable of skills.

Or, if Tanarah were to be honest with herself, even the second most, or third. In fact, as she well knew, most wouldn’t have considered it honorable—at all. Quite the opposite. That aside, it was interesting, and came with a great range of applications that weren’t all bad. Such as practicing one’s stealth, getting to know people, running, and quick thinking, especially when it came to not suffering the consequences in general of one’s actions. Most of these were enjoyable enough. She also appreciated the challenge, and so long as she picked the right targets and took the right things, it didn’t really hurt anyone.

So she told herself.

She also enjoyed people watching, and had — whether anyone else believed it or not — met some genuinely interesting acquaintances as a result of, in some manner, this ‘hobby’ of hers. Really, it was harmless.

That was how it began on this day, too, midafternoon along the coast of Eowyn, but tucked enough into the city of Taliuma that the seabirds couldn’t be heard and the slosh, slap of the incoming swells against the hulls of the docked boats were silent—or rather, overrun by the more immediate sounds of the town itself. Taliuma was never not busy, and on this day, Tanarah was bored. A dreadful state to be in for a hot day, and though, admittedly, there were things that some — fathers included — might argue were more productive uses of her time, such as schoolwork, or chores, she begged to differ.

This moment was all about picking a target. Nay, a new cohort to be the opposite side of the coin in her practice routine. From her perch atop a crate in the shade of an alley, Tanarah’s red eyes skimmed the crowd. Not this one, not that one, but—

—that boy in particular. Long haired and icy-scaled. A good warm up, if nothing else.

Or rather, that was the plan.