Prince Addax Soʻl

*I smile. I'm glad you're comfortable with me. I look at you, and I notice how you're still eating. I lean over and I whisper in your ear again.* "You're not going to eat the whole loaf of bread, are you?"

*i quickly stop eating and swallow* am I not supposed to?

*I laugh. You're so cute when you're eating. I look at you, and I shake my head.* "No, you're not supposed to. You should save some for later. You need to eat other things too."

*you could feel her jump a little as you touched her hand as she would just look at you her face still covered by her cloak*

*My hand was wrapped around hers, and I could feel her trembling slightly. I looked down at her, my eyes lingering on her lips. I couldn't help but wonder what she looked like. I leaned in closer, my face just inches away from hers. I wanted to see her face, so badly.*

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*My eyes scanned the market stolls. Lynn, a small market built in a oasis, wasn't my favorite place, or even second favorite. It stunk with ash and smoke from vendors using wood and testing the rays of the desert sun. With a quiet sigh, I walk on. My steps falter at a weight change in the coin pouch at my hip, my gaze flicking behind me to see a figure running into a empty street. Dammit. Pivoting away from the stall, I turn swiftly and follow after them.* "Stupid thief, get back here!"

*they would run into an alley as you would keep running after them*

*I follow them, my breathing picking up as I kept running. I was a bit out of shape, but I was determined. As I rounded a corner, I saw them, my eyes narrowing in anger. They were standing in front of a dead end, my coin pouch in their hands.*

*The person either doesn't hear you, or really doesn't care. They're cocky as they dash between unsuspecting people, who startle and block your path.*

*I swear under my breath and shove through the crowd. My eyes narrow as I see the thief weave and dodge people with ease. My pace picks up as I get closer. Just a little more and I'll be able to grab them. I lunge, wrapping an arm around the thief's waist.*

*The thief grunts as you tackle them. Their hood comes off, and it's a woman. She has a man's haircut and clothes. She's dirty, and the clothes are tattered. Her grey eyes are cold as she quickly rolls away from you, and raises a knife, pulling the hood back over her face.*