Thieves of the Forsaken, L.M.A. Z.S [grave mercy .TXT] 📗

Neelah was staring back at her, soft wind shifting her blue hair in a smooth motion. Thief raised one brow, as if asking: “Well?”

Tamire stepped closer, a little bit frightened. “Maybe she can hear my thoughts?” she thought and leaned out of the window: “Not yet. That guy is now talking to his wife. I think we need more time for this to work.”

Neelah growled. “We really don’t have all day. Maybe I can start stealing things?” she asked.

“Lets see where it goes,” the stripper answered, “Just let me handle Nycolas. If there will be any problems, I’ll just… I don’t know, throw you your chestnut back.”

“Alright, sweetheart,” they heard Nycolas talking to his wife behind the door. “I won’t forget.”

Girls turned their heads towards doors and listened.

“Yes, and remember about the fabrics!”

“Don’t worry, we’ll get them too.” Tamire hissed when heard kissing noises through the door.

“Did you just hiss at them?”

“Shut up.”

Neelah turned her gaze to Tamire: “If the situation doesn’t get better, we’ll do it my way.”

Thief disappeared back into the tree.

Stripper sighed and slumped back on the couch.

Nycolas came in room again and in his hands was a plate with drinks and dish full of food. Tamire sighed when she smelled delicious scent of mashed potatoes and beef.

“I brought something for you. Wife made it. Please, eat.”

“Oh, how nice. Thank you. When I`m back at home, you are definitely getting some money for this!” she shook her head, trying to sound polite and kind-hearted.

“It`s not necessary. We are doing this because we are good people with big hearts.”

“Kindness is a rare thing these days.”

“Yes, indeed.” He said with a hint of sadness, but then changed the topic. “So how much do you need?”

“One bread and bottle of water will do nicely.”

“Next village is very far. You will need a lot more. And what about clothes?”

“Anything will do fine. I'm not very choosy.”

“Okay. Wait a bit more, please. I will bring everything that you need.”

The man left the room and Tamire attacked the food. She was really hungry and the meat smelled simply perfect. Nycolas came back after some time with bag and clothes in his hands.

“In this bag, my wife put apples, bread and something more for you to eat. Also water, plenty of it for you to make safely to village. And here…” he nodded towards clothes, “...are something from her wardrobe. Pants, long shirt… I thought also that you will need horse.”

“No, Nycolas. You can't do this.”

“I want to. It`s a very old horse, but with it you will be a lot faster than on your foot.”

“Oh…Thank you, so very much! I could jump on you and hug and kiss you from head to toe.”

“You can hug me, but no jumping and kissing.” Nycolas warmly laughed.

Thief watched carefully, as Tamire giggled and hugged Nycolas, and she couldn’t believe it! They actually gave her things. Not demanding anything in return, not trying to harass her… Now that she thought of it, it was the first time that she saw someone be generous and selfless, and a strange sense of sadness came over her.

“I need to go downstairs. When you are ready, just head down and I’ll show you your horse and direct you to the village,” warmly said Nycolas and went out of the room, leaving Tamire alone.

Again, a chestnut hit the floor, but this time stripper already knew to look out of the window, where Neelah was staring at her.

“Did they give you any sweets?”

The question came as a surprise to Tamire and she blinked with confusion.

“Well, there are apples,” she said, “But I haven't checked the bag fully. Why do you ask?”

Thief just shook her head: “It’s nothing. Just do what you have to do and when you get the horse, head to the place we left the previous one. I’ll meet you there.”

Tamire watched, as strands of blue hair disappeared back into the tree, and wondered what was that all about. Then, looked back at the plate with her unfinished meal and resumed eating. Damn, this was delicious!

When Tamire finished eating, she took the bag, put on the clothes and went downstairs. She was outside waiting for Nycolas to show up.

“I liked you more when you were wearing your previous clothes.” One of the workers said.

“I thought you would. You looked like a douche. But I was cold so leave me alone. Thank you.”

“Is he troubling you?” Nycolas asked Tamire when came by.

“N...” Douche started to talk but Tamire stopped him in mid sentence.

“No. He was so generous to offer me some of his money which I kindly refused.” Tamire smiled to the worker-guy and winked.

“Oh, thank you, Braeden. Why didn't I thought of it myself?” Nycolas murmured and started running towards the house.

“Nycolas, don't you dare give me money. You already gave me more that I asked.”

“Don`t hear you.” He sang loudly and ran inside.

“Look what you have done… Now I feel uncomfortable…” Tamire gave her best sad, regretful face she could.

“Take this.” Braeden put his hand in pocket, took something out and put it in Tamire`s hand. “Here. Don't tell him. When you get to village - change to your previous outfit. Buy cape. I will meet you there. Okay?”

“Okay.” Tamire answered slowly and watched how Braeden went back to work. She checked her palm. There was money. Lots of it!

She quickly threw it in the bag when she saw that Nycolas was coming back.

“All right, here,” he said and stretched out a coin purse, “It’s not much, but it will definitely help you.”

“Thank you,” answered Tamire with a warm smile on her face.

“No problem, just ride to the east and you’ll reach the village in no time.”

“Thank you for everything, Nycolas,” she looked in his eyes, “I hope we will meet again some day so I can thank you for everything you have done.”

With a wide smile she climbed onto the horse and took off, while one particular pair of eyes followed her with lust filled gaze.

She headed in the direction, where, hidden by the trees, Neelah with her horse was already waiting for her.

“So you are back,” said Neelah, taking a big gulp from a bottle with wine, “Want some?”

Tamire couldn’t believe her eyes: “Really? I thought we agreed that you don’t steal from them. They were very nice.”

“I didn’t agree to anything.”

“Yes, we agreed. And until now I was sure as hell that someone like you didn't like alcohol.”

“I guess you were wrong.”

“And would it really be a good idea to drink? I mean, what if someone attacks us when we are drunk?”

“This region is not so dangerous. Besides, the road will be easier if you are not entirely sober.”

The thief had a point.

“To hell with it!” Tamire thought and took the bottle from Neelah.

The thief on the other hand took the bag from Tamire and after a quick search, much to Tamire’s surprise, pulled out small bag of cookies, and with Tamire’s surprised gaze following her hand movements, started to devour them.

“What is up with you and sweets?”

“Shat uph. Juhst leths gof alhready.”

 

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