Πэѕѕυŋ Đфґмa }} Frosty

[Light]

Vanish, o night! Fade, stars! At dawn I shall win...

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The young girls arms were raised into the air, the dirty flats of her palms that were pointed upwards towards the dirty sky catching the ash that fell.

It never ceased to fall. It was a constant factor in every living beings life. She could say it was more a parent to her than the ones whom gave birth to her. But that was an inside thought--something that should never be said aloud. 

She closes her hand around the gathered ashes and rubs it into her hands trying to use the warmth from them to get the blood in her veins moving. she was supposed to be stealing something, getting dinner. Not thinking--cause what she thought was never welcome to the ears of the others. She wasn't supposed to talk about her parents, dead 'heroes' that died by trying to rip off some stupid noble. She wasn't supposed to dream of laying down in bed and sleeping her life away. 

But oh, how she loved to sleep. Sleeping led to dreaming, and she had the most bizarre, wondrous dreams. The material of fairy tales--what children used to be told before going to sleep a long time ago before the plants browned and the ash began to fall from the sky.

A grin curls her lips as she shakes her hair out and begins walking, her warmed hands stuck in her pockets. It was a wicked grin that foretold trouble--and lots of it. Because what was a Skaa to do but get into trouble? Certainly not bend down and kiss the feet of the noblemen; that's for sure. She quickly licks her lips, her taste buds already used to the taste of the sour soot that covered her face and stained her skin. 

Yes, if she wanted something, best to go get it herself now then, hadn't she?

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

There was a commotion not one street over. There was a loud laugh, and then a young man raced past the girl, followed by a few members of the Garrison. He loved being chased. There was a dangerous edge to it that made adrenaline surge through his veins, making him feel alive. He hated feeling numb, like he did so often. He'd do anything to feel alive.

[Light]

She quickly presses against the wall for a moment as he runs past before spotting the members of the Garrison running after him. He must have been the weirdest thing she'd seen in awhile--angering them and laughing himself off his rocker like he did it everyday! Maybe she'd seen him around the area a few times, she couldn't really remember, but whatever he was doing, or whoever he was, it looked like it could be fun. So from her pressed position she grabs a handful of the ash from the ground and tosses it up in the air, the flurry bound right for the men's eyes that were racing after him.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

The men screamed and grabbed for their eyes as the ash blew into their faces. The young thief glanced back when he heard the shouts. He ran into another skaa since he wasn't looking where he was going. "Sorry," he said without looking to see who he'd run into.