on the fence [Val]

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It was a lot harder to move quietly when you had a wrapped bundle slung over your back that constantly clanked loudly of metal against metal. Dart sighed audibly as every clank rattled through her skull like a thousand church bells reverberating off the stone walls of the buildings around her, slowly working to convince herself that it wasn't nearly as bad as she was making it out to be. But it was hard when there was no ambient noise to dampen the sound. Besides, it was only her own paranoia that was even making her worry about it. She was an unremarkable young lady walking down an alleyway with a clanking bag. There was no possible way she'd even meet someone, let alone that said someone would instantly know she was carrying pilfered goods. But it often paid to be paranoid when you stole expensive things for a living, as you never knew who might've seen you or what kind of bounty was on your head--not that Dart had ever been seen, confronted or gotten a bounty, but you never knew when such things would happen! The other end of the alleyway opened up to a marketplace, and as she stepped through the other side she was immediately hit by the humdrum of the patrons, a steady buzz of noise; people shouting, weapons clanking, armor being knocked, horses whinnying and so much more. It was a dull thunder that rolled over her like a wave, but at least she wouldn't have to worry about being noticed anymore. That was one thing she liked about Ylisstol, that you could disappear into a sea of faces and no one would think anything of it. One minute you were yourself, the next you were washed away by the current of bodies traveling to and fro. But this time she was looking for a specific person. A fence she used quite regularly. A particularly odd person, actually, whom she knew very little about, but the woman never questioned where Dart got her goods and paid handsomely for them. @val was an interesting one, and probably one of the closest things Dart had to a friend. The burglar scanned the vendors in the marketplace until she caught sight of her favorite fence, making her way through the bustling oceans of Laguz and Beorc alike. Wordlessly she approached, pulling the rolled up goods off her back and dropping them between herself and the merchant unceremoniously and busying herself with unraveling the package.

侘寂

BE A BODY I close my eyes until I see, I don't need hands to touch me

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