Magic - Part 3

"I don't have time for this," Sirus sighed. First I get sidetracked to rescue a maiden in distress, now I find out she was less than distressed. Gah, I always do this! He was absentmindedly chiding himself. Every time he was set to work on a serious mission a good looking girl came along and distracted him. It was just his bad luck this time that the girl happened to be of a race which his own actively despised.

Sirus caught a hold of himself to see Siarra leaning over to take the purse from the fallen bandit leader. "What are you doing?" He asked.

"No sense letting this money go to waste," she said with a grin, dropping the formal accent. Sirus tried not to notice her feline ears or her fine curves under her cloak. Her hood had fallen to around her neck, looking like a scarf in the night. Strange eyes peered out from under long bangs: purple and gold irises blended roughly together. "It's not as if this man will need the money. Indeed, most fortuitous it is that it should fall into my possession, owing to the fact that I require such prizes." As she 'aquired' the bandit's posessions, Sirus caught sight of the twinkle of a green gem in the dark. Siarra seemed intent particularly on this prize, studying it in the moonlight before pocketing it in a deep fold.

"I have to go," he said, turning his back on the neko. "I trust you can find your way back home safely?" He didn't know much about magic, especially destructive magic. But from what he did know, it was obvious that she wouldn't have any power left to cast more spells. But she had other ways to survive; sneaking for one.

Siarra looked guilty for a second, then looked about to argue but decided differently. "If you want it that way," she said, kicking the bandit leader before taking off into the night. Sirus shook his head. A strange encounter, but that night he had more to do than contemplate meetings.