Sonje by Sie!
Without exactly meaning to, Sonje was enjoying herself. She was glad she'd dropped the shy act from the get-go, as it wouldn't have been a good fit for the ironic camaraderie they'd begun. Though her guard was never completely down, she felt (especially with her new weapons) significantly more at ease, and a smile came easier now that her confidence had won out the fight with her nerves. She watched him smash the glass of a previously untouched and dusty display case tucked unassumingly in a corner of the store. She quirked a brow as he collected a slew of throwing knives, apparently his favorite. The wolfdog smirked as he finished, and then contentedly traipsed after him on their jaunt to the jewelery store across the street. Both of her sharp objects were clutched eagerly in each hand.
She followed, but not too closely, her eyes tracing the strong contours of his back and the easy swagger in his lofty gait. Her tail swayed and she stopped when he did, until he stepped aside to let her in first again. Sonje glanced up as she passed, matching his sly grin with a sultry one of her own. Yes, Itzal, I'll go in first and make sure it's all safe inside before you come in,
she remarked snidely, though he hadn't said anything to begin with. She batted her eyes and swept in, pretending to look around for crooks hanging behind the rows of display tables (mostly with broken glass and missing pieces of jewelry), but of course there was no one. All clear,
she called, though she hadn't expected him to wait outside—and she peered at him coyly before admiring one of the display tables still intact. Don't worry. You'll be safe as long as I'm around, seeing as I'm no longer at a disadvantage,
she waved her sheathed sword but set it on top of the table when she didn't see anything she liked. The dagger, however remained greedily in her possession.
She wandered in a circle, looking down at the jewelry with her intense gaze but never touching an item. She was of the particular sort, choosing not to lend her hands to anything she wasn't absolutely positive she wanted. And she only needed to look. She came to stand before a case taller than her, untouched except by the accumulated grime on the glass. Still, jewels and alloys glittered soundlessly from behind the filth, and she traced the necklaces, bracelets and rings with eyes that sparkled at the sight of them. But she didn't see anything special. Turning her back to the case she watched Itzal again for the first time since walking in the store and tilted her head quizzically. Nothing of this collection is unique or something I haven't seen before. See anything you like?
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