Miranda sat on the side of the fountain in the square and ate her lunch. She took a day off to enjoy the sun and watch people and of course catch up on some reading she'd been meaning to get to for a few days now.
She wore a simple summer dress made of light cotton that was the same light blue as her eyes and a pair of leather sandals she'd gotten herself at the market just hours ago. Her soft brown hair was caught up in a ponytail though not exactly tight but kind of messy; leaving several strands to hang at the sides of her cheeks. She had at her side three books, one was the dreadfully boring anatomy book of dogs she'd been trying and trying to read again and again, one was an almanac and the other was titled Fire and How to Control It. None of the books would seem like something a 22 year old girl would want to read and it was true but she had to read them in order to understand them.
Right now though she munched on a cheese and meat sandwich and watched people as they went about their business for the day. She was secretly hoping that someone would come by and keep her from her reading because it was to good a day to remain sitting with her nose in any one of those books at her side.
His hood was up as usual, and his face was shrouded in darkness. He stood at the edge of the square on the corner of an alley that ran behind some of the shops, and many passers by looked at him and kept their distance, seeming to feel very uncomfortable with the obviously unnatural darkness under his hood. He was watching a girl at the fountain, who he'd determined to be of interest. He hadn't yet met her, but he could tell well enough what she was. She was sitting there quietly eating, her back mostly turned to him and among other things, he observed she was rather pretty, as well as naturally young, unlike his own suspended looks.
''How dreadfully dull.'' The suspicious sorcerer sympathized to the girl, suddenly seated beside her. ''I don't envy your studies, girl, and I say that having studied them.'' His sudden absence from the side of the square left the uneasy passers by even more uneasy, and there seemed a good deal of confusion and bustle about the subject. This pleased the King thief, as he did always love some notoriety wherever he went. He did this on purpose, of course, because sneaking where no one was looking was never any fun.
Miranda turned and looked at the man who was just suddenly there and spoke to her. It didn't take but a second to wash away her confusion; chalking to up to daydreaming about not having to study.
She smiled at him with her usual friendly smile and nodded her agreement to his stating what she was thinking. She felt as though she should be weary of this stranger but at the same time she was perfectly comfortable with him. Perhaps it was his statement of havering had to study these books before that grabbed her by the senses and told her not to worry.
“Ya...” she turned and looked down at the books beside her and then finished off her last bite of sandwich then looked out over the nervous crowd of people as she chewed and then swallowed. She took note as to how they seemed upset but shrugged it off figuring that if what they were upset over was truly that bad, they'd be running and screaming.
“You're a sorcerer then?” She asked trying to hide her excitement. She'd been told that she would be lucky if she ever even met another like her in Meerin and how there were only so many in the world altogether.