It was hard to miss the distinctive green-hued tresses that would otherwise be easy to camouflage were she back in the deep forests.
As the two miqo'te scarpered in one direction like a couple of awkward frightened dodo's, it caught the attention and suspicion of the yelling roegadyn and Tira knew there was no way she would not flee from where she sat, unseen. Thus she swiftly swiped up her waterskin, leapt from the deck on to the sands and dashed toward the crowd in a bid to lose the pursuing roe.
"Whew... I think I lost him."
Just as she made her way through to the other end of the crowd, a giant calloused hand gripped Tira's upper arm from behind her. She wobbled and staggered in her tracks as she was tugged at then glanced up over her shoulder. The roe obscured the sun casting a great dark shadow over the girl.
Fumes were coming from his ears and nose, Tira was sure of it. He planted his big fat sausage like finger on her shoulder and smudged off what remained of the thick brown ale that splattered onto her earlier. He looked at her with an achieved, smug grin.
"What is that?" She questioned, brows furrowed.
"You thieving little bi-".
The crowd cheered and lifted.
That same lady roegadyn whose armpit came to face Tira wove her arms around the furious roe, her cup of ale in one hand spilling over him as she spoke sweet drunken slurs causing him to lose his balance and grip of Tira.
"Wait no! Gerroff me! She's getting away!"
And with a gust of la noscean wind, the green haired girl fled the scene.
As the two miqo'te scarpered in one direction like a couple of awkward frightened dodo's, it caught the attention and suspicion of the yelling roegadyn and Tira knew there was no way she would not flee from where she sat, unseen. Thus she swiftly swiped up her waterskin, leapt from the deck on to the sands and dashed toward the crowd in a bid to lose the pursuing roe.
"Whew... I think I lost him."
Just as she made her way through to the other end of the crowd, a giant calloused hand gripped Tira's upper arm from behind her. She wobbled and staggered in her tracks as she was tugged at then glanced up over her shoulder. The roe obscured the sun casting a great dark shadow over the girl.
Fumes were coming from his ears and nose, Tira was sure of it. He planted his big fat sausage like finger on her shoulder and smudged off what remained of the thick brown ale that splattered onto her earlier. He looked at her with an achieved, smug grin.
"What is that?" She questioned, brows furrowed.
"You thieving little bi-".
The crowd cheered and lifted.
That same lady roegadyn whose armpit came to face Tira wove her arms around the furious roe, her cup of ale in one hand spilling over him as she spoke sweet drunken slurs causing him to lose his balance and grip of Tira.
"Wait no! Gerroff me! She's getting away!"
And with a gust of la noscean wind, the green haired girl fled the scene.
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