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It shimmered beautifully in the daylight. The sun would hit it with such perfect rays; the gem all too kind to reflect them in brilliant, iridescent hues. Despite her best efforts to dress down for the occasion, the necklace was a garish stone that demanded attention. No ensemble- not even the simple linen blouse and leather trousers that she wore- could mute the opulence of the heirloom. And, it is for that reason, she found herself tumbling through the busy streets of Veil. Hurdling herself forth as she pushed through a throng of bodies lining the unfortunate intersection where she’d been robbed. Thieved from, really. Hell itself would open its bowels and swallow them whole if she didn’t get that necklace back. And she wasn’t exaggerating.
“Urgh!” She grunted as she shoved past another dubious bystander, throwing herself into a sprint as she dove into an alleyway. Her breath was heavy, her lungs burning to find the words to stop the heathen in their tracks.
But she could not gather the air to shout, gulping down each rake of air to fuel her hunt. It was not as if the girl couldn’t manage physical activity. Whoever had run off with her amulet was a novel of an athlete. An Olympian of speed, if she had to describe it. Their chase seemed effortless to him. She dare say that he might be enjoying it. At least, it appeared that way with how leisurely he seemed to escape her. That was- until they reached a turn. The walls of Veil were at least fifty meters high, and a dead-end would render the thief helpless.
Planting her boots into the pavement, she came to an abrupt stop. “Listen, you prick.” The girl hissed, gasping for air. “Return my amulet. Or else-”
Nesryn regained her composure, pressing her lips together and taking a single step forward. It did not take her brandishing a weapon to know that she was dangerous. Her hair was wild from the chase, the raven tendrils blending into shadow. Ruby eyes (that some foolish enough mortals would be enraptured by) took on an unsettling glow. The sorceress’s glare was a hair away from rage, whisps of scarlet running through her irises like fire.
“-I shall not be so nice.”
“Urgh!” She grunted as she shoved past another dubious bystander, throwing herself into a sprint as she dove into an alleyway. Her breath was heavy, her lungs burning to find the words to stop the heathen in their tracks.
But she could not gather the air to shout, gulping down each rake of air to fuel her hunt. It was not as if the girl couldn’t manage physical activity. Whoever had run off with her amulet was a novel of an athlete. An Olympian of speed, if she had to describe it. Their chase seemed effortless to him. She dare say that he might be enjoying it. At least, it appeared that way with how leisurely he seemed to escape her. That was- until they reached a turn. The walls of Veil were at least fifty meters high, and a dead-end would render the thief helpless.
Planting her boots into the pavement, she came to an abrupt stop. “Listen, you prick.” The girl hissed, gasping for air. “Return my amulet. Or else-”
Nesryn regained her composure, pressing her lips together and taking a single step forward. It did not take her brandishing a weapon to know that she was dangerous. Her hair was wild from the chase, the raven tendrils blending into shadow. Ruby eyes (that some foolish enough mortals would be enraptured by) took on an unsettling glow. The sorceress’s glare was a hair away from rage, whisps of scarlet running through her irises like fire.
“-I shall not be so nice.”