No matter how much money he had in his pocket or how many valuable things he possessed, Keryth was always on the lookout for more. There is no word called ‘contentment’ in the elven boy’s dictionary. The elders in his outpost tried teaching him; but clearly, they didn’t succeed. The original plan was to sell off the pretty dagger he stole from Zyra’s family for a ridiculous amount of money, build a large castle in one of the popular islands off the coast, and declare himself the nobility of that island. However, he had to put a stopper on that plan because Zyra told him her family went berserk after he stole that dagger. The elves are usually calm people; they didn’t get very angry unless it was an extremely serious issue. At least, not collectively. So, if the entire family was upset, then, Keryth figured what he took was probably more than just a pretty dagger. He wanted to know its true nature before he made any rash decisions.

Ever since he found Zyra, the two had been sticking together and he liked it that way. The last thing he wanted was for the princess to walk around alone and get caught, which would essentially mean he was busted too. But… Having her by his side also meant he couldn’t go ‘looting’ without making it too obvious. He knew Zyra liked ‘pranks’, but wasn’t sure if she would be game for downright thievery. Well… I did loot her house right in front of her. In any case, he didn’t want her being weirded out and leaving him; so, he played it safe.

However, he could control himself for only so many days. That late morning, when he was walking down the market streets of Marigold, he saw something that made his hands very fidgety. A young girl with a large heave jewel pouch. He wanted to nab it without anyone noticing, including his partner; but, he couldn’t find such an opportunity. The dark-haired thief kept following this girl, making excuses to Zyra for taking the same turns as that girl, and was ready to pounce anytime he thought he had a chance.

Unfortunately for him, there was another thief on the prowl, who had the same target. A rather noisy and inexperienced one too. This man bumped into the girl Keryth had been targeting, snatched her purse, and immediately ran. Obviously, Keryth was extremely upset at this scene. It was his target, after all. “Hey! Give it back,” he yelled, and began chasing the thief.

So far the thrill of being in a new place had not faded. She wondered if and when it would. Would she ever miss the closed spaces, the domineering and protective attitudes of the others around her? At the moment, the chirpy elf guessed not. She was so convinced that she was ready to give up the gifts of royalty and live freely. Zyra felt so uninhibited, it was like she was a new person. She ran her fingers through her lavender hair, marveling over the effect of the die she'd made and how permanent it seemed. Merrily, she skipped around, she was so much more oblivious than her partner.

It was a rather crisp and beautiful day in Marigold. Dutifully, she followed her friends through the streets of Magnolia. She assumed his careful gaze was to find other people they could play around with, for a little bit. But when his eyes lingered on another girl Zyra had to find some way of stealing his gaze again. Unfortunately, a thief of some sort stole the girl's stuff and Keryth wanted to be the knight in shining armor. Zyra couldn't deny that injustice wasn't fair, she just wished she could be the victim someday, so Keryth could come and save her. There was no time to muse, however, she'd have to follow the dark-haired elf into this mess.

She rushed along after Keryth her calling out his name. 'Keryth! Wait up!' when she heard him call out to the man who had stolen from the girl she'd seen him look at briefly, she echoed his words. But she hardly had the stamina to continue running, so she stopped by the girl who seemed quite upset about the loss of her drink. 'Hey, are you ok...?' Zyra asked softly and then asked. 'What were you drinking?' there was a curiosity lilting in her words as her eyes flitted from the girl's face to the spilled drink. 'We could always get more and don't worry Keryth will get your stuff back.' Zyra reassured.

Initially, Keryth let the thief run away from the crowd even though he could have chased him down. He didn’t wish to catch the thief too close to all the people who had witnessed the crime. If he did, then he would be forced to hand over the stolen money to the original owner; which would be a shame. So, he let the man run, chasing him at half his speed and planning to nab him once he ran into a secluded alley.

Unfortunately, all his careful planning was laid to waste, along with a glass of lemonade. Just as the thief turned a corner, Keryth heard Zyra calling out and turned back to respond. “He’s getting away…” he yelled back. But as he ran into the alley while still looking back at Zyra, he had not noticed the silver-haired girl. He turned his head forward to see where he was going, but it was already too late. He was already too close and there was no way to change direction anymore.

Bam!

Keryth banged straight into the girl, knocking the lemonade off her hand and stumbling down to his hands and knees. He quickly got back onto his feet and looked around to see where the thief was. But, unfortunately, in all the commotion, he had gotten away. Instead of apologizing to the girl he banged into, he gave her a nasty look for being in his way and stomped off, extremely upset that he lost his target.

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Zyra's eyes widened as she noticed Keryth fall onto the floor. Clearly, she was a little mixed up between the thief and her friend since they were both garbed in black. It wasn't the thief but Keryth himself who'd fallen over. In addition, the girl who had lost the lemonade, had lost just that, not her things, so luckily for her, she wasn't the victim of the robbery. She rarely saw Keryth looking mad, but as he swiftly pulled himself off the ground, he through the girl a nasty look, which was strange, because she was the one who had lost the lemonade... Zyra narrowed her eyes, since she had just come to his defense. She cleared her throat, 'Don't worry, I think he's just mad that the robber got away-' but her reassurances were sliced through midway, as the silver-haired girl pointedly turned and stomped away.

Zyra turned to Keryth and in her sweet voice, she asked what was wrong with him and why he was so short with the girl who had just had her drink spilled. 'Keryth, you ok?' she first showed her concern, her eyes perfect wide circles. Then she cleared her throat. 'Maybe we should've been nicer to that girl...' she added. The best she could do, because she wasn't going to be confrontational with her friend, especially since he was the only one at the moment. When the victim was out of earshot though, she let out a soft snicker, there was something satisfying about seeing the spilled drink and for a brief moment she wondered if Keryth had just pranked the girl or something. 'The lemonade does sound like a pretty refreshing beverage on a day like this, wanna get some?' she asked before turning towards the lemonade stand.

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