Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

The sun beat down on tan sand, desert air making the back of throats dry and wind blowing granules of sand into ragged clothing.

The sand stretched on for miles, horizon spotted with the approach of a tiny caravan. Even from the distance it was safe to assume that the passengers would be exhausted.

After all, the only people who wound up here were lost.

Kal adjusted the cowl wrapped around his face, a careful amount of restraint keeping him from drawing his knife at the feeling of a large hand slamming down on his shoulder.

"Looks like the catch of the day just came in. Better go inform boss, the only person she won't throw a knife at for enterin' her tent without her knowin' first is you." Vulpes grinned down at Kal, cowl sagging around his neck without a care.

The boy brushed the admittedly muscular ginger man's hand off his shoulder, emitting a quiet sigh. "That's a horrid lie and you know it. She'll throw a knife at me just as much as anyone else." He corrected, voice quiet as he approached the circle of tents.

Vulpes laughed loudly at that, following after the boy with a bit of a bounce in his step. "Aye, I suppose you're right. You know how it is though, everyone is too excited at the thought of lootin' that we're all too lazy to notify the leader about it." He admitted with a deep chuckle, patting Kal's back in appreciation. "Why if it wasn't for ya, she would've had all of our skins long ago!"

Kal rolled his eyes, not one to be swept along with Vulpe's loud nature. The pat to his back knocked the wind out of him long enough that he didn't bother to reply, and by the time Kal approached the largest tent the larger man had abandoned him anyways.

The easily distracted fool.

Kal pushed back the tent's flap smoothly, not bothering to make a sound of warning. Out of habit he instinctively ducked, the tell-tale sound of metal whistling over his head. "There is a caravan approaching on the horizon, Praesul. I'm afraid you'll have to leave your...adventures for later."

The tall woman currently had one hand slipped under her slave's clothing and another ready to throw another knife. Grumbling a few ancient curses under her breath, Prae retracted her hand but kept the other one firmly gripping her knife.

"Don't get sassy with me, Kal." She snapped, standing up without a bit of shame. The slave remained on the floor, presumably out of breath and still in shock. "Don't ya have the decency to knock? Jus' because we're thieves doesn't mean we can at least attempt to preserve our senses of modesty, ey?"

Anyone else would've had the decency to be flustered, but Kal simply snorted quietly. He hadn't even batted an eye at the scene, too used to walking in on the leader in a variety of situations. He supposed the lack of shame came with growing up with Praesul.

"You know as well as I do that we both stopped caring for decency long ago." He replied languidly, hand releasing the cloth of the tent as Praesul stepped out.

The taller woman snorted at that, wrapping a cloth to keep her dark hair from attracting more heat than necessary. Praesul bent down to grab the knife she had thrown at Kal's head previously, not missing a step. "True enough, I s'pose."