Blossoming Relations

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Was inspired and decided to write some vague backstory piece. I feel my writing has come a long way. Hope whoever takes the time enjoys the read.

Blistering muggy air filled the evening atmosphere as water dribbled from damp shingles overhead, landing in puddles within the broken cobbles. Clouds cleared to reveal the orange bursts that the falling sun left upon the world. Birds scattered to the rooftops as beggars, vendors, and all sorts of other folk traversed the city's streets. A rapid shadow passed below, high pitched shrieks and angry shouts being heard as the figure burst through the crowds stumbling and struggling to keep its footing. Boxes and crates which littered a back alley to the side went crashing as the figure cut and maneuvered through them. Falling and scrambling back to their feet in the hurried process, a flash of dark red seeming to vanish from sight not a mere moment later and the township returning to their barking business.

The figure, a masked male clad in light leather armor with a sash of red taut around his waist, slammed his back against the interior wall of some room which he found refuge in, escaping the back street. Music and conversation were immediately heard from behind the cloth found draped over a doorway from the nook where the roguish man stood with a heaving chest. He pulled off his mask as he took a moment to gather himself before slapping the sheet aside and stepping into the open air of the warm tavern. The gray-skinned Nelfin lifted the hinged door and stepped back behind the counter, there standing an hourglass, turning to glare at the man with a shake of her head.

"You're going to get yourself killed one of these days." The woman spoke with a silvery tone, "Will it be worth it then?"

"Oh please, Peach, you know I don't die." The now familiar Kathar spoke with his usual boastful grin. "You set up a meet with that buyer, aye?"

"Mm. I may have. What's in it for me?" She swatted some loose strands of hair from her face, revealing half-Elven features and an awaiting look. "Well?"

The rogue placed a bag atop a high shelf before turning and leaning against the counter, crossing his arms, "I'm sure we could work something out."

His sentence was cut short as a new singer began to chirp atop the stage on the other side of the room. Eyan repositioned himself to better spot the centerpiece. There stood another Kathar, golden jewelry scattered about her person, dark hair riddled with vibrant colors, and ragged similar colored clothing. Her voice rang over the room in a perfect melody, catching the attention of most patrons at least for a moment before the lot returned to their merriment and drinks.

Eyan's head tilted some before he turned his attention back to the half-Elf referred to as Peach, "New talent, Peachy?" the Elf questioned, suddenly flinching from a swat to the temple. "Ah, what'd I do?"

The Halfling stood pointing with a wooden spoon at the idiot who was now rubbing his head, "Aye, she is and you better leave this one alone. She shows promise unlike you."

"We'll see. A bottle and fifteen minutes, all I need." He remarked with a smirk, this time ducking off to the side now expecting the second incoming swing of the utensil. He scattered to the other side of the bar out of range of the enraged woman.

"One of these days, you arse." The woman blew an annoyed breath through his nostrils, tossing the spoon back onto the counter near a water basin.

Eyan winked her way, "You love me, Peachy, I'll make it up to you.", now turning to make his way across the crowded space with a grin.