47 Vhalar 723
The Yludih was sitting in his home wearing the face he wore most often. His cane rested on the side of his chair and ErisKutzias are small, as are all dragonets, though they have a longer tail than most. Kutzia's have dark black scales and little horns, with black eyes. Their tail has little ridges and is often used to wrap around whatever the Kutzia is perched on to give it extra stability. They are about three inches tall at the shoulder, seven inches from snout to tail, and five inches from wingtip to wingtip. perched on the counter watching him. Namira was hiding in the dragonets shadow. It was a game that they played from time to time. She'd imitate the dragon's movements until suddenly taking her shape or another to startle the little dragonet. Eris was never really startled though. Instead she often began to chase Namira around the room- forever unable to catch the shadow on the wall. While Eris was small and occupied very little space, the dragonling AchlysKutzeldaur have black scales that flow together nearly camouflage pattern, making them hard to see clearly in a dark room. Their eyes are a dark red and they possess an inner eyelid that is black from the outside, but translucent from the inside, allowing them to cover their eyes to better hide in the dark while still being able to see. They have a pair of black horns on their head and are completely bipedal. They also have a rather beak-like snout. was resting in its own room.
Revan was practicing his sleight of hand with a deck of cards while he waited for Willow to arrive. His hands had become nimble enough to steal from pockets without being noticed but he still felt there was a lot of room for improvement. Thievery was an art. It was the art of taking things from those who didn't appreciate them without getting in trouble for it. All art required practice. In this case Revan was trying to switch a card in his sleeve with a card in his hand. He had to switch them to keep the number in his hand the same. It wasn't as easy as it seemed but that was only because he kept making up rules in his head. He could have done it easily if he put his hands below the table for even a trill but he was trying to do it while keeping his hands above the table. He was imagining high stakes and rules to the card game he was trying to cheat at.
He palmed the card from the table in front of him as he would whenever receiving a card from a dealer, and then as he drew his hand back he pushed the card subtly with his ring finger, bending it just enough that when the tension in the card released it shot towards his sleeve- but he missed. The card flew wide and onto the floor. Looser sleeves would have made it easier. A robe maybe? No. Easy was cheating the point of cheating. He tried again and again and again. He had no issue manipulating the cards. He could get the one in his sleeve up to his hand but he couldn't get the one in his hand down into his sleeve at the same time. Hm...
A new approach occurred. As Revan went to pick up the card he was already palming the replacement. He swept his arm over the card he was picking up, sliding it underneath his preferred card and drawing them both into his hand. Now he was holding too many card but he didn't need to send one up and one down, he only needed to slide the worse card down his sleeve, and that was easy for him to do unnoticed.
As soon as he figured out his new trick, Revan heard a loud banging at his door. "Open up, Sticky." Willows voice called from beyond the wooden barrier. Sticky was a reference to the group they'd been a part of when they were younger. Given how things ended for that group, it was both an insult and compliment depending on how it was used. This time it seemed angry. If she ever learned the truth about him, he was almost certain she would only ever call him Sticky no matter what face he was wearing. It was better than Fingers.
Revan stood up and took a few steps towards the door before remembering his cane and retrieving it. He took a trill to practice his limp again and then opened the door for his partner in crime. "A moody trial then?" Revan said with a raised eyebrow. Willow socked him on the shoulder and walked passed him into his house.
"I wanted to spend my trial at The Steamy Dragon- not in the Dust Quarter." Willow complained as she turned and sat down in Revan's chair.
"This is the Earth Quarter and you hate bathhouses." Revan countered.
"You always pick jobs in the Dust, and I like bathhouses just fine. Plenty of people. Plenty of things left in poorly locked boxes."
"Do you want in on the job or not?"
"Am I at the bathhouse or not?"
