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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2017 18:45:24 GMT -6
Stop, Thief!
Mas | Sydney
Mas is making his way through the markets with a pile of books in hand, eyes barely able to see over stack. Suddenly, out of no where, he tumbles to the ground and a flash of another equine takes off with the money he had at his side.
Time of Day: Late Morning
Weather: Warm and partly cloudy
Location: Market Streets
Timeline: After Chapter 4 |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2017 18:58:46 GMT -6
 The young stallion's hooves tapped down the market's cobblestone streets in a hurry, his head held high as he attempted to stare over the large pile of books in his grasp. Bastian had given him a few shards and some old books to go trade out for some new ones. Always keeping the library fresh, as he said. However, he had also given him a time to be back, and well.. of course, Mas was late. It was as if the gods had a love for slowing the young sorrel down. No matter where he went, he was always racing the clock, and still somehow turning up horribly behind schedule.
To be fair, in his defense, there were several lovely vendors out on the streets that morning. Mas couldnt help but stop and smell the flowers from the florist or try a piece of bread from the baker. If anything, it was Bastians fault for not expecting him to get distracted!
Pausing to allow a kid and his dog to scramble across the street before him, Mas took a second to look around. The streets were quite busy now, and bustling with everyone and their neighbor. The sun hung in the sky, but the floating wisps of clouds kept the weather from getting too hot, which Mas assumed it meant Ignacio was taking a day off. Humming quietly to himself, he stepped back into his little trot, a smooth and quick gait. Maybe if he could get back to the library before lunch, he wouldnt be in as much trouble.
It was then that something caught the young smuggler's hoof, sweeping it out from underneath him. Down went Mas and the books, his body landing with an oof! as he hit the cobblestone. His books scattered across the ground, some landing on top of him. The young stallion's breath felt as if it was caught in his lungs, his nostrils flaring as he tried to catch his breath. His shoulder ached from where he fell, but as far as he could tell, there was no serious damage done.
Whipping his head up, his cloth bridle flopped against his face as he caught the tail end of a stranger disappearing into an alleyway. Grumbling quietly to himself, and thinking nothing of it, Mas pulled himself to his hooves and started the process of regathering his books. However, something felt.. off. With a flick of his mind, he searched for the money Bastian had given him, but it was no where to be found.
"Hey, thief!" He shouted before gritting his teeth and taking off after the shadow in the alleyway, leaving his mess of books behind. No one was going to take his money and get away with it that easily! |
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