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The thief leaps from rooftop to rooftop, a bag of treasure beneath her arm. That'll teach that asshole duke to tax so hard. Sell half of these to fund the monks' charity work, then stash the other half in the collection. Another job well done.


She shimmies down a ledge to street level, and removes her mask, revealing a head of shining red-brown hair.

And from the darkness of the alleyway behind her, she hears a slow clap.

She spins around, unsheathing a knife, and instinctually baring her teeth.

"Well done", says a voice in the darkness. "But, you know... you don't have to keep half your winnings in a big pile. You could sell it all, and invest the gold in something less conspicuous. Like a nice house."

The thief stares into the dark, seeking the source of the voice. "What business do you have, telling me what I should do with my treasures? And how do you know about that?"

A figure in a finely made, concealing cloak steps out of the shadows, their face shadowed by a hood. In the darkness, it's hard to make out their silhouette, but... are they wearing some kind of headdress, under there? A priest of some kind?

"I was in town and I, sniffed you out, so to speak. Wanted to investigate. Don't get to meet many kin on my journeys. But, heh, it's funny to see you already falling into that odd quirk of our nature. You sleep on top of that pile sometimes, right? Doesn't it feel divine?" The thief knew there was a smile doubtless hidden beneath that hood.

"You speak in riddles, stranger." The thief said, her grip on the knife shaking a little with trepidation. This stranger has an intense air around them. "... and I don't like how much you seem to know about my sleeping habits."

The figure pulls down the hood - revealing huge, beautiful horns and a scaled snout, with piercing, vertically slitted eyes. One look and it's doubtless what they are...

The dragon in demi-human form shrugs again. "Come on, cousin. Put that piddly lil knife away. Your claws are sharper than that, why bother. Or, well, they will be."

The thief seems more then a little unsettled by this. "I'm not your cousin."

The dragon chuckles. "Not literally. It's a figure of speech, cuz. You're kin, and scales like us gotta stick together like family in these human cities."

Kin... cousin... they speak of her like she's a dragon too. Are they mad? Though... it would be nice, to make daring escapes on her very own wings...

"Gotta say, it is a pretty impressive hoard ya got, for an unlit flame. I'm impressed.". The dragon reaches out a clawed hand. "But yeah. If ya missed the memo, you're a dragon. Could smell the embers of your flame a mile away, just waiting to light. Trust me, it'll be great."

She wants to yell that they've gone mad. She wants to kick them in the shins and run the hell away to safety.

But it's hard to run from the truth. And something, deep within her - something tied to the warmth now flickering, and sputtering, and coming to life in her chest - knows this weirdo dragon hasn't told a single lie.

Her stance relaxes as the warmth rushes over her. She drops the knife in shock as she sees razor sharp claws grow from her fingers. Suddenly, the shaded darkness isn't quite so dark... has her night vision gotten better?

"There ya go, hatchling. Ooh, loving the shadow look to your scales. Really good dark grey you got going on."

The young dragoness thief glances at her arm - and spots patches of shadow-grey scale. Instead of fear, she finds wonder in her heart. She feels... graceful, poweful. Majestic. Like a queen of the shadows.

"Hah" the dragon says. "Gotta say, I'm a little nostalgic, now. I'm a lit flame too, ya know. Also thought I was human, way back when. There's something magical about finding out, huh? About seeing the real you for the first time?"

A tear runs down the dragoness' cheek. They're right. There really is something magical about this. The wonder, the relief, the happiness...

She smiles a fanged smile, and flicks a little, growing tail side to side.

"It feels... pretty nice, yeah." she says. "Still. You better keep shut about my work."

The dragon laughs a hearty laugh. "You got it. Promise from one 'gon to another."


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