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Avina held her breath as a wyngro passed by her hiding spot. She had just managed to get herself hidden behind a large bush before they were able to spot her. The bushes made it hard for her to see them, but she could hear them heading to the right towards town. That had been too close. She didn't want anyone to see her heading up here if things went south.

She hadn't stolen anything nicer than someone's old pair of glasses before, and she had only tried taking things around the nook and at the market. This would be new and she wasn't sure how it would turn out. That's why she chose the place she did. Gulch's shop was out of the way, not many wyngrew came down here compared to the places around town. Less chance of being seen.

That and she wanted a knife. Gulch had way nicer knives than anyone at the market sold. If she was going to go through the trouble of trying to steal something valuable she at least wanted it to be worth her time. Speaking of time, it sounded like that passerby had passed on by. Time to get going.

The rest of the short walk to Gulch's forge was uneventful. Even when she arrived at the forge she didn't see anyone. She strolled right in, Gulch must have been in a back room or something. The most impressive pieces in the room were carefully stored, the larger weapons on metal racks and the armors either mounted to the wall or resting on stands. It was further back in the room where the things she wanted were.

A set of daggers sat in a display case on black velvety fabric. She ran a paw over one of the simpler ones. A sudden noise in the next room over startled her. Her paw grabbed the handle of the dagger she had been looking at and she turned and ran out the door as quickly and quietly as possible. Fearing pursuit, she stopped just outside of the doorway, straining to listen for anything that sounded like a returning Gulch.

The wind made it too hard to tell, there wasn't any cover right by his house. She had to know if he was heading out here. Maybe if she used magic... Enhancing hearing was something she had only read about, but it sounded simple enough. She just had to focus on what she wanted to hear.

As soon as her magic glands began to glow her ears were assaulted with sound. The wind sounded like she was out in a fierce storm, her own breaths were magnified and felt like they were rattling her frame. A loud metallic crash from inside the forge stabbed at her ears, and she had to strangle the whimper that threatened to creep out. She ducked down, throwing her paws over her ears and stumbling away from the forge as she cut off the magic.

Cursing under her breath she wiped the tears away and broke into a run. Between the stabbing pain in her ears and the cacophony of noise that had just assaulted her, she realized whoever was in the forge must have knocked something over or dropped something. She had time to get away, that was what really mattered, though her throbbing head insisted that it was just as important.

She actually forgot to keep an eye on her surroundings until she had gotten far enough to feel safe again. Looking around she found she was back at the same spot in the road where she had hidden before. Nobody was around this time, lucky for her. She hadn't even been paying attention to the road ahead of her with how much her head was hurting and her heart was pounding. A part of her hoped she would never hear anything that well ever again, no matter how useful the information had been. She rubbed her ears again, wishing her paws could rub out the ringing that had started up.

The scraping of the knife in her paw reminded her she was still holding it in a vice like grip. She loosened her paw around it and looked over it some. It was a simple knife, missing the detailed decorations some of the other knifes had, and its handle was wrapped in dark leather. Not too shabby for a randomly chosen knife. Now she just had to find a place to keep it. That clearing where she and Zeru liked to hang out seemed like a pretty good choice. Time to go see her favorite guitar boy again.

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Looks like Avina's got another stolen item to add to the list. She's also got a new upgrade, some thumbs to hold that knife with.

zynonia.deviantart.com/art/New…
zynonia.deviantart.com/art/Kic…
zynonia.deviantart.com/art/Boo…

Try to ignore any awkward sentences. I wanted to get this out already and I'm a little low on free time to be checking writing with.

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Description
Avina held her breath as a wyngro passed by her hiding spot. She had just managed to get herself hidden behind a large bush before they were able to spot her. The bushes made it hard for her to see them, but she could hear them heading to the right towards town. That had been too close. She didn't want anyone to see her heading up here if things went south.

She hadn't stolen anything nicer than someone's old pair of glasses before, and she had only tried taking things around the nook and at the market. This would be new and she wasn't sure how it would turn out. That's why she chose the place she did. Gulch's shop was out of the way, not many wyngrew came down here compared to the places around town. Less chance of being seen.

That and she wanted a knife. Gulch had way nicer knives than anyone at the market sold. If she was going to go through the trouble of trying to steal something valuable she at least wanted it to be worth her time. Speaking of time, it sounded like that passerby had passed on by. Time to get going.

The rest of the short walk to Gulch's forge was uneventful. Even when she arrived at the forge she didn't see anyone. She strolled right in, Gulch must have been in a back room or something. The most impressive pieces in the room were carefully stored, the larger weapons on metal racks and the armors either mounted to the wall or resting on stands. It was further back in the room where the things she wanted were.

A set of daggers sat in a display case on black velvety fabric. She ran a paw over one of the simpler ones. A sudden noise in the next room over startled her. Her paw grabbed the handle of the dagger she had been looking at and she turned and ran out the door as quickly and quietly as possible. Fearing pursuit, she stopped just outside of the doorway, straining to listen for anything that sounded like a returning Gulch.

The wind made it too hard to tell, there wasn't any cover right by his house. She had to know if he was heading out here. Maybe if she used magic... Enhancing hearing was something she had only read about, but it sounded simple enough. She just had to focus on what she wanted to hear.

As soon as her magic glands began to glow her ears were assaulted with sound. The wind sounded like she was out in a fierce storm, her own breaths were magnified and felt like they were rattling her frame. A loud metallic crash from inside the forge stabbed at her ears, and she had to strangle the whimper that threatened to creep out. She ducked down, throwing her paws over her ears and stumbling away from the forge as she cut off the magic.

Cursing under her breath she wiped the tears away and broke into a run. Between the stabbing pain in her ears and the cacophony of noise that had just assaulted her, she realized whoever was in the forge must have knocked something over or dropped something. She had time to get away, that was what really mattered, though her throbbing head insisted that it was just as important.

She actually forgot to keep an eye on her surroundings until she had gotten far enough to feel safe again. Looking around she found she was back at the same spot in the road where she had hidden before. Nobody was around this time, lucky for her. She hadn't even been paying attention to the road ahead of her with how much her head was hurting and her heart was pounding. A part of her hoped she would never hear anything that well ever again, no matter how useful the information had been. She rubbed her ears again, wishing her paws could rub out the ringing that had started up.

The scraping of the knife in her paw reminded her she was still holding it in a vice like grip. She loosened her paw around it and looked over it some. It was a simple knife, missing the detailed decorations some of the other knifes had, and its handle was wrapped in dark leather. Not too shabby for a randomly chosen knife. Now she just had to find a place to keep it. That clearing where she and Zeru liked to hang out seemed like a pretty good choice. Time to go see her favorite guitar boy again.

-----

Looks like Avina's got another stolen item to add to the list. She's also got a new upgrade, some thumbs to hold that knife with.

zynonia.deviantart.com/art/New…
zynonia.deviantart.com/art/Kic…
zynonia.deviantart.com/art/Boo…

Try to ignore any awkward sentences. I wanted to get this out already and I'm a little low on free time to be checking writing with.

5/543