Thiefs?
It started as a normal day for Aryn and Aska. The two spirits decided to visit a new world after lunch, and none of them hid their hairs for once. Aryn's cloak was loose around her, her clothes visible. Aska was the same.
They chatted in quiet whispers as they walked, wondering what this world would give them. Who they would meet. Aska joked that they could play as nobles from a distant kindgom, visiting the area. Their clothes suggested it, after all. As for their hairs... well they came from far, far away. Aryn laughed, finding it funny that Aska would think of the exact same thing she would say herself when asked.
They had been walking for an hour or so when both sensed they weren't alone. They kept walking as if nothing had alerted them, but their magic surged in worry. Who was there?









