Nighthawk

Nighthawk crept around the caravan's wooden wheels,  keeping low to the ground to avoid being silhouetted he crouched scanning the dark plains and bushes surrounding the camp. Nighthawk knew never to let his guard down, it was letting his guard down that aloud Yves to throw that mug at him. His head was still sore from where it hit, he would never forgive himself for being caught unaware, never again would he let himself slip.

"There you are! I wondered where you had run off too"
Suppressing a jump Nighthawk turned quickly on his heel, swiftly sliding two blades from hidden pockets up his sleeves. Armed he faced his attack. She was shorter then him and almost as skinny, she wore a plain woolen riding dress making her sex apparent. He had mistaken her for a boy when they had first met. She had her long ginger locks tied in a bun and had worn men's britches, vest and a shirt, he soft grey eyes were full of wishfulness and adventure. Only with her hair down and in a dress did he notice her more subtle feminine attributes, she couldn't compete with Claire or Rosa but she was beautiful in her own right.

Nighthawk glared harshly at her. Why did she make him think like that! He hadn't thought about girls since setting off by himself. He didn't need distractions if he was going to hone his craft and become one of the best thieves around. Standing from his crouched position nighthawk stood a good head above the girl, keeping his  glare harsh he stood stone faced. "Arict do you spend all your time on watch sneaking about?" Niea chuckled looking up in to his face the darkness hiding her freckled own. Damn this girl! Arict glared harder at her shadowy face, Claire had insisted they called him by his real name, he hadn't expected them to tell others it!  Nighthawk was the name he should be known as to his victims and those who heard of his exploits. Not bloody Arict Tamel why would a thief use his real name, anger flaring he stepped forward quickly filling the space between him and Niea.

She didn't even flinch as he softly pressed against her both his daggers resting against her dress, distracted by his anger Arict hadn't noticed her own long belt knife nudging him in the ribs. Blinking in surprise Arict stared at Niea mouth agape, the soft swaying of the trees the only noise as the two stood weapons softly pressing in the each other. Arict could feel her steady breath on his upper chest and neck, colour blossomed in his cheeks, thankful the dark hid his shock and embarrassment.
"What do you want Niea?" Arict tried his hardest to keep his voice steady and unbroken, thankfully his voice came out deep and serious. Leaning back out of her belt knife Arict returned his knives to their pockets and scanned the plains around the caravan. "I came to check up on you, what if you had fallen asleep?" Niea leaned against the caravan one hand on her hip while her other motioning towards the sleeping camp.

"I thought I would come and help you stay awake" Arict face darkened he could feel the heat radiating from his face