c.h.i.l.d.h.o.o.d. {friends} -pipin-

[~echo~]

Alanna Lysan, the sly trickster. Almost everybody in Caerleon had seen at least a small glimpse of her, but rarely more than that. Origin in mystery, then adventuring with a traveling groups of gypsies, she was left in the poorest part of Caerleon. Now having to fend for herself, Alanna made a living stealing from vendor's stalls.

Alanna leaned up against the sagging brick wall of a dilapidated building, fingerless gloves on her hands and dark clothing. Her shoulder-length, dirty blonde hair blew around her face as she eyed the stand next to her. She was eying one thing in particular- a lovely golden necklace with an emerald set in the center. She looked around the dirty, dank marketplace for the poor. No law enforcement at the moment. Now was the time for attack. She approached the stand and began engaging the keeper in a conversation. She leaned over the stand and slowly, without even a hint of trouble, slipped the necklace into her sleeve. She finished up the conversation and then walked back to her space. Easy as pie.

[pipintan]

"Well aren't you a sly fox," came a cooed voice. A tan man was leaning were she had left, his bright white hair cropped up around his ears, a smirk playing on his lips. Honey colored eyes twinkled at her and for a moment, the sparkled with something, like recognition, though it quickly faded away. Nah...this can't be her. He stood up straighter, tousseling his hair and giving her a wink. "Would be a pleasure to waste those talents," he said, his fingers raising, as if to touch her, though they quickly fell to his sides again. As he squinted his eyes, all teasing gone. "You...you look familiar. Do I know you?"

[~echo~]

Alanna gazed at him, her eyes narrowed. He did look a little familiar. "I don't know what you're talking about. I know no one."

[pipintan]

"Well then, lil' fox, why don't we get to know each other then?" He purred, his fingers lightly tracing her arms. They were surprisingly light, despite how rough they looked. He gave her a tilt of the head and a teasing wink.

[~echo~]

Alanna glared at him and wrenched her arm away. "Why don't you meet yourself a common w****? You are no match for me in any case."

[pipintan]

"Aw come now, no need to be so irritable. I swear I'm gentle, lil' fox," he said, pouting slightly. He was intrigued by who she was, she seemed so familiar, though he couldn't put his finger on it... "Have you seen my show?" He asked suddenly, his teasing vanishing, "Perhaps that's where I saw you..."

[~echo~]

"Your show?" she asked disbelievingly. "I think not. I barely have enough money to buy my daily bread, let alone see a show. And stop calling me that."

[pipintan]

"Then I really have no idea where I've seen you. It's the most interesting thing in the world, really!" He let out a laugh, seeming to find this quite amusing. At her irritated remark, he let out another laugh, seeming more amused than before. "I find I like the nickname I gave you, lil' fox."

[~echo~]

She scoffed in disgust and walked off, her movements nervous. She wanted to get the necklace to the black market as soon as possible to get it off her hands and the money safely in her pocket.

[pipintan]

"Hey, you can't just walk away like that!" He said, sprinting after her. "Come on, I thought we had a connection! Something tells me you think you know me too."

[~echo~]

She stopped and glared fiercely at him. "Yes, I can, and I will," she said lowly. "Get out of here. You're just going to get hurt."

[pipintan]

"That's where you're wrong, my lil' fox; I have been a traveling gypsy for quote some time, I cannot get hurt. Insults, they do not bother me." He finished with a flourish, smirking slightly and taking a bow.

[~echo~]

She gave him a strange look. "A gypsy? You don't have the look about you. I should know. I was abandoned by a caravan here, in this godsforsaken town."

[pipintan]

"Is that so?" He looked surprised and he took a small step back and tilted his head to the side. "I had a childhood friend who... Which caravan where you from?"

[~echo~]

Alanna crossed her arms and watched him. "Sven's caravan. He was old, grizzled, but kind. I expect he's dead by now."

[pipintan]

He swallowed, shaking his head. "Lanna?" He whispered, his eyebrows pushing together. "It can't be you... Though..." He trailed off. "Lanna, Lanna, it's me, Bo."

[~echo~]

Lanna... of course, her old nickname. She looked at him suspiciously, her existence the past few years having made her wary of everything. "Bo?" she paused a moment. "It... can't be you. Prove it."

[pipintan]

All teasing was gone, now at the ability to see his old friend. The one whom he... He shook himself, coming back to the present. Slowly, he rolled up shirt's right sleeve. There, on his shoulder, was Sven's symbol: a jagged looking backwards six with a line slicing it down vertically and in the middle. Bo met her gaze, a smile appearing slowly, not a hint of teasing sprinkled in.

(Hope you don't mind that I came up with his symbol. If you do mind, I'll change it! ^^)

[~echo~]

(I don't mind Could you draw it for me?)

Alanna watched him do so, recognition filling her eyes. "Bo. This is... amazing! I can't believe its actually you!"

[pipintan]

(Sure! However, I don't really have a place to upload it; would you mind giving me your email (in PMs, obviously) so I can send it to you tomorrow? if not, I can see what I can do and try to send it to you some other way... It's a very simple design, though it's hard for me to articulate how it looks.)

The grin grew, as he threw his arms around her and pulled her close. "It's great to see you too Lanna," he said, pressing his forehead to her shoulder.