Following all of that time spent in the darkest parts of the material world, I decided I needed to spend some time among the clouds. Every morning I would start my day off with some breakfast, then make my way to the local town to wander around looking for some useful items to “purchase”. Regularly, I peer through the occasional window of unoccupied homes, wondering how easy it would be to take a step inside. After a few hours around the people, and animals, and things…I would stretch my wings, flutter my feathers, click my beak and soar into the air. Once I caught a hold of a heat wave by the mountains, I could spend hours (days if I wanted) gliding through the air. There was no need to think or do, I was happy to just be.
After my first week above ground, I decided it was time to do some exploring. And by exploring, I meant “thieving”. I spent some time casing the best and most lucrative looking home. As I climbed through the window, and made it halfway through the home, out of the corner of my eye I could have sworn I saw what looked like a twigblight. In an almost unintentional reaction, I drew the closest dagger to my right hand and took a stance, all while dropping my thieve’s tools. By the time I realized that I was staring at a half dead houseplant, my tools clanged on the ground. In regret, I managed to gather my things and slip out the window (undetected) by which I entered.
Over the next few days, I could not stop kicking myself for the mistake I made, and after a much needed break, I decided it was time to attempt another heist. After a week of close observation of the home, and careful note taking, it was time to make my move. I knew the homeowners went to bed at nightfall. I knew where all of the windows and doors were. I knew that if I could slip in, and slip out in less than 5 minutes, I would be successful. What I didn’t account for, was the creature of the house closing all of the curtains, blocking out every bit of moonlight. I realized as soon as I walked in through the back door, that I could not see in the slightest. As I began to walk forward with my arms outstretched and my wings tucked closely behind my back, the claws on my left foot caught on a loose thread of a rug. Not knowing which direction I was pointing anymore, I reached my hand out for balance and unintentionally grabbed a silver platter topped with even more silverware. The noise of the catapulted forks and spoons was so loud that my squawk of pain from the fall was completely masked. The lights in the house came on, revealing that I fell beneath a window at the rear of the house. I was able to quickly stand up, unlock the window and escape just as the owners turned the corner in a rush. I planted his feet and took to the sky just in time to avoid the view of the homeowners. I had never been so frustrated with myself, as I was fully trained in this type of work. I vowed to never tell anyone what happened during the last month. In fact, I had so much gold from my previous journey, that I decided it would be best to let everyone think I had many successful heists in my downtime.
Every few days or so (while on the ground of course) I would see one of my former party members and gracefully hide behind the nearest person or wall as I did not want to engage in “friendly” conversation if I didn’t have to. I did find himself reminiscing about the impressive battles and situations they found themselves in. But I would quickly snap my beak and shake the feathers on my head as I preferred to keep things professional. I didn’t have time to engage in personal relationships outside of work.
If I was not thinking straight, I would pick a stone up from the ground, toss it towards a tree and hold my hand out in an attempt to make it return. Disappointed, but never surprised when it stayed where it landed, I would walk away. I would force a memory of how disgusting Erky was, so I could remind myself why I did not “enjoy” being in close proximity with the others. (At least this is what I told myself)
Throughout the rest of my spare time, I purchased some healing potions as I knew that my frame was not as durable as some of the others. I also was overly joyous to use his newly found poisoner’s kit. (Thanks to Gauthak)
Also, thanks to Gauthak, I earned myself a little more money on top of my findings. Gauthak had just a little too much ale and decided he wanted to very confidently fight an ork called “Krang the Defiler”. Although the other’s had his back, I knew what was best for my finances and decided to bet a little against him. Sadly, some of the others saw me collecting my winnings as we were walking out. In my excitement, I forgot to bring my wings to my sides and hide what I was doing. It was nothing personal, Krang just looked like a very big, aggressive “thing”.
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