No Rest for the Wicked |Wish|

[Zero]

F’lon sighed wearily as he raised his arms over his head in a lengthy stretch. Who would have guessed that selling eggs and playing bodyguard for the night would have been such a draining job? The thief groaned and scrubbed at his face as he elbowed his way past a few gatherfolk. For now at least he was just happy that this night was pretty much finished and he could settle down with that skin of Benden that had long been on his mind.

So with Ryuk perched quietly on his shoulder and still a little upset about having abandoned the eggs, F’lon made his way into the dining tent and found a quiet little table off to the side. Most of the other patrons were already deeply consumed in their own drinks and food and too engrossed in their own conversations to take notice of the hooded figure entering the tent. It suited him just fine. Reclining back in the seat he kicked a boot up on the table and took a hearty swig of the dark wine and allowed his eyes to drift shut just to enjoy this brief moment of peace and relaxation. If anyone tried to catch him off guard he hoped Ryuk would be paying enough attention and not stuffing his face to give him a fair amount of warning.

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It had taken a long while to get to where she was now, time and effort and candle arms of careful and meticulous planning. It was almost too hard to do, and some of her allies doubted her plans would even work but she had one ally that didn't even know she would be helping Panille. "I bet you can't make Ar'rex feint with one of your potions." Miyaka perked an eyebrow, crossing her arms and moving the fingers of one hand together. "Bet how much?" Smiling, Panille held out a small purse with a few marks and then took it away again to the protection of her pocket.

Nodding ever so slightly the white haired girl bobbed through the crowd sneaking over to the brown rider and slipping a bit of milky liquid into his cup while the man wasn't looking. With that she returned, took the marks from Pan's outstretched hand and left....and Panille moved forward to claim the laced cup. Slipping quietly last she lifted the Klah and walked to where the careful "protector" of hers was. "For you."

The bronzerider eyed her carefully, then finally took the cup. "You're being awfully nice Panille." With that S'vrin drank and only a few moments later he was put against the tent wall. Feeling all kinds of freedom Panille took off meaning to head for Iliath and leave the Island. However, a very familiar form caught her eye in a tent nearby. He might have a cloak and stubble and be more rugged, but it was still her thief. Yes hers, Panille was possessive about what she deemed hers.

Noticing the closed eyes she watched the busy flit, throwing the little darling some more meatrolls before reaching out for the wineskin

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At this point Ryuk had hopped from F’lons shoulder and had sat himself in the middle on the little table as he curiously watched the passing patrons with eager swirling eyes and the occasional chip. Oh but he was supposed to stay put, be on guard, be the hero! …oh were those meat rolls that this kind damsel was offering him? Trilling he splayed his wings as he scampered after the tossed meat snacks and not even a look or a friendly warning chirp was sent out to the daydreaming His.

F’lon yawned and rubbed his still closed eyes and took another swig from his cup, all but oblivious to the fact that his little watch flit had been bribed. Something didn’t feel right though, something…was off to the thief. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was but the overly loud chomping and happy chirps from his flit told him something was going on. By now one hand had discretely slipped into the folds of his cloak and rested on the hilt of one of his blades. In his mind he had been found out and it would be a battle to the death…finally some action!

When he happened to open his eyes there were no angry and gruff looking S’vrin and Ar’rex followers looking to kill him but a very familiar greenrider looking his way and attempting to snatch his wine skin. “Oi go swipe your own. I already had to sweet talk the barmaid once for free drinks, don’t think it’ll work again.” Smirking tiredly, F’lon dropped his chair back down to all four legs and rubbed once more at his face before casting his green eyes her way. “So how you doin’ beautiful?”

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[Wish]

"Oh I'm fine. Just you know, doing the usual stuff. Teaching classes, stealing away into the night whenever I can.....wait no never mind not that I'm watched to closely for that now." She scowled, running a hasty hand through her hair. "Lucky for me that Wherry-brained idiot provides a nice target for Miyaka and I was able to steal the laced drink from under his skinny little brownriding nose, and S'vrin is too romantically hopeful to see a trick from me when I present one." The greenrider's eyes darted over to the tent down at the end of the line where she had come from. No one had done anything yet, they probably just thought head fallen asleep on his own valition.

"I honestly don't know how I haven't killed him yet, except any good time is always interrupted by a certain brat." She turned her gaze to the tent on their left where the white haired healer had gone to meet with Tikrin. It was odd seeing one of the people she hated most with someone she used to feel so close to. Shaking her head to clear the thoughts, Panille let her eyes focus on F'lon and the wineskin again. Sighing she held up one finger.

"Hold that thought love." With that she slipped into the tent's crowd and cuddled up to a half-gone trader who was currently leaning against the table with a wineskin dangling from a lowered hand. Her hand traced his collarbone, her lips whispering briefly in his ear until with a slight smile the man handed her the skin. Before he had a chance to make good on whatever promise she had made though, Panille was slipping back into the crowd and doubling back to where F'Lon was.

"Easy enough." She flopped into a chair beside him and kicked her heels up onto the table.

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The thief chuckled at her telling of past events and daily on-goings. He shouldn't have really but hearing her mention how she was off, basically poisoning, the scoundrels that had moved in and kicked off all this riders divided nonsense was quite amusing. "Now why does it seem you're always the one having such fun at others expenses?" F'lon sighed lowly and shook his head. "It's not fair, you get to have all the fun."

Lifting the wineskin he took a hearty gulp of the bitter liquid and raised an eyebrow in silent question as she slipped off into the crowd to, no doubt, acquire some fine Benden for herself. However, no sooner had that liquid traveled down his throat had she reappeared at his table, cradling her own wineskin. F'lon smirked despite himself. Okay, she was good. He'd give her that much.

"You know...you can always escape into the night with me. Faranath knows I'm tired of hanging around that cart, the eggs have practically all gone anyway..." The thief from behind his wineskin as he brought it to his lips again as he gestured to the man Pan acquired her beverage from, who was steadily making his way closer to their table. Though if the drunk was on a mission or not was yet to be seen. "Not to mention the whole 'bodyguard' facade has lost its appeal by now. I can't stand being in one place all day..."

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So he thought she was having fun here? Oh how wrong he was. She curled up onto herself, taking another swig of the skin before wiping her lips with the back of her hand. The idea of running away was just too interesting. She had wanted to go, she had just needed to know he had gotten away safely first. The greenrider could be free though, finally she could get out of here. The idea in of itself was great, just to join the rebels. However, the fact that it came with a one way ticket out of S'vrin's watch and where F'lon and her friends were was just too much to take in without being blown away.

She found herself wiping not at her mouth though but at the corner of her eyes, and hastily taking a gulp she tried to hide it. Finally she took a breath, coughed as the wine burned its way down her throat, and breathed in deeply and let it go. Muscles she never knew she had been holding tight relaxed, and Pan was tired suddenly. "I'll go. You have no idea how much I've been wanting to go." Green eyes flicked over to look at him, not quite sure what to say other than that. How could she explain how she had felt in the last few sevendays? There just was no words for it.

Instead she wiggled toward him, seeking to lean her head on his shoulder. Despite her fiery manner and the walls she had placed in the last season or so, she needed comfort. Panille hadn't even noticed the need till now, but it was there, gnawing at her. "So, what's this about a bodyguard facade?" She lifted an eyebrow, curious as to what the young man had been up to. "Just what does Noita have you doing over there F'lon?"

Iliath curled around herself up on the Weyr Heights, keeping an ever watchful eye on the tent that Hers had gone into. It was strange though, that after so long it was so easy. Would they really get away? She could only hope.

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F’lon took another mouthful of wine and wiped at the corner of his mouth. His attention had been fixated on Ryuk’s antics as the little bronze curled up on the table, his belly full, and fell asleep. So he hadn’t noticed how Pan scooted towards him till he found her head nestled on his shoulder. The gruff, unshaven thief smiled lightly and shifted a little in his chair till he was able to wrap an arm around her and hold her that little bit closer. “Tonight then, lets make a break for it. Take what you need from your room and we’ll put this place behind us.”

At the mention of the bodyguard job, F’lon gave a halfhearted shrug and scratched at his chin. “They don’t have me doing anything overly exciting. Though if I told you I’d have to kill you.” Stifling a yawn, which he also hoped would hide his sideways smirk, F’lon sank a little deeper into his chair, already beginning to feel the effects from the lovely Benden. “They had me babysitting eggs. Me, a bloody egg sitter!” He groaned and shook his head slightly. “It’s embarrassing and not to mention a complete waste of my talents.”

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[Wish]

"Oh, egg sitting isn't that bad. Besides, I don't think it's as much as sitting the eggs as that pretty little Lieutenant. Don't think I haven't seen her around, even with purple hair I can tell who she is. Which by the way, was a horrible idea whoever came up with it." She shivered at the thought of doing the same thing and sighed, her body stretching out to get into a more comfortable position. "Now, don't tell me, you'd rather be somewhere where you can be fighting? How does Aphath think of that hmmr?"

Her voice was teasing but at the mention of the amethyst she quickly furrowed her brow and looked up at him. "How is she doing? Her wing any better? Not to mention her whole entire sharding class has been rising in the past sevenday, I would think it'd be soon. Just that wing to heal up and work out first." She put her head back down on his chest, nestling in against him and yawning. It was mostly faked though, she was as alert as ever and perfectly ready to flee at the slightest of moments.

Which, probably would be a good thing. Someone had found S'vrin to be....not awake as it were and the Healer had been called when he hadn't woken. A commotion was starting to work itself into a tizzy now and Panille laughed softly. "Looks like they found the old bag." Her body was still relaxed though, not quite ready to move since no apparent danger had shown itself yet. That changed when two riders popped their head into their tent and Panille tensed. She knew those two anywhere, they had been there the night of the kidnapping...."Oh shards....we should run, yeah if we're going, we should run....like now."

[Zero]

He smirked and shook his head. "Well the pretty little Lieutenant was just an added bonus to the trip I suppose." He gave her a light, playful nudge, and threw in a wink for good measure. "The purple hair though, don't ask me. All I know is that they were trying to talk me into doing it before we left. Glad I skirted out of it, purple is just not my color."

At the mention of his purple dragon though, the thief sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "She's doing better. She still doesn't like flying for long periods of time but I just figured her grumpiness was because of her wing, but rising?" F'lon groaned at the thought before lightly dropping his chin to rest on the top of her head. He definitely wasn't prepared for that day. This was his little girl they were talking about here! Just the thought of all those scummy rebel dragons chasing after her made his shoulders tense and his stomach tie in knots.

F'lon eyed his little bronze as the flitter waddled, full belly in tow, up his arm to settle on his shoulder before taking another long swig from his ever thinning wine skin. His straightened in his chair somewhat as the two riders popped their heads into their tent. By now the wine had already gone to his head so he wasn't really registering the current threat. Run? His mind twisted as he tried to connect the pieces. A lazy grin began to tug at the corner of his mouth, he could sit down and over think everything later when his mind wasn't so fuzzy and warm.

Grinning mischeviously, F'lon stood and took Panille by the hand. "Well then, run for you life." Pushing their chairs out of the way, and none to gracefully mind you, he pulled her through the crowded and drunken tent, heading for an exit opposite of the one the two party crashers had come in.

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She couldn't help but laugh as someone started a faster tune, the half drunk musicians thinking the chase was some sort of game. If Panille didn't know better, she'd be fooled into that too. Her hand tightened around F'lon's, her body quickly springing up and following him, her foot kicking the chair back out of her way. "We're faster, even half out of our minds." A laughter, devious in nature bubbled up from her, finding its way out despite the non-necessity of it in the situation. Pulling him in one direction, she aimed for the outskirts, stopping suddenly when one of the men found their way into a short-cut and cut them off.

Her heels planted firmly into the ground, her body jerking to a halt as she looked around and suddenly darted into the nearest opening. The tent wasn't exactly expecting visitors however and the fortune teller gave the greenrider an odd look before jumping up and going to the entrace effectively blocking it while Panille pulled on F'lon's hand again. "This way..." Iliath, we need some wings here girl. The green snorted, not exactly pleased with the turn of events. Honestly, must you make such a show of it all Panlove? There's no reason except to give me a headache and yourself some sort of injury. Oh well, you get hurt don't come crying to me.

She landed gracefully on the floor, her body poised and lowered for the two to get on. "Come on, let's get out of here." Red hair whipped in front of her face from the green's wingbeats, her eyes wild as they darted around to try and look for their chasers. Her heartbeat thudded in her chest, matching the pace of a drumbeat not far off. It was time to go, this was never home, and she would never miss it. Bending over toward him, she kissed him on the cheek or moved to, a sly smile on her face. "Come on....don't know about you, but I'm done here." Then get moving shardit!