Miah/Unknown/Tajha Docks

8:55 PM] Katiefly ƸӜƷ: There's a chill on the desert night of Thanalan, the scorching sands giving way to cold shadows after the sun sets. Behind the bustle of the night bazaar and the debauchery of the infamous Quicksand, a young, lithe woman swathed in rags perches atop some unused crates--rolling a single shining gil between her knuckles.
[11:34 PM] kiht kat: Miah was walking the back alley of Ul'Dah.. which really could be considered her home in a weird way. She was looking forward to resting up against one of her favorite spots.. until she saw it occupied by another woman. Her ears lowered as she watched from afar.. really making it obvious that she was watching. The Keeper had her daggers at her side still.. she thought about trying to scare the woman off.. but she hadn't eaten in a few days.. and was feeling particularly weak. She let out a grumble and gripped the handles of them tighter as she started to approach.

"Aye.. what're yah doin' ere? This is m' spot yah know.." Miah looked about the least threatening thing you could ever see right about now. A malnourished, sluggish cat hobbling her way over with a pair of cheap looking daggers that looked more like letter openers.
[11:43 PM] Katiefly ƸӜƷ: The figure--hyur, by build and face--casts a sideways glance in the Keeper's direction. The rhythmic swirl of the coin comes to a stop as it disappears into her hand, and seemingly into the void as when she lets her hand relax, no coin falls. With one graceful, fluid motion, the woman pushes herself off the boxes, landing silently on her feet.

Clad in dark grey and dark blue cloth, the hyur peers out from under a hood, mahogany skin and almond-shaped black eyes. "Hoh? Ys this so? Werre  I only awarre of such a claim," she sneers, a foreign accent stretching her vowels and purring her consonants.
[11:47 PM] kiht kat: Miah tried to stand tall on her ground but the woman was taller. She looked up to those eyes for a moment as she got closer. "It is.. ah marked it!" Sure enough on the side of a box was etched into with stone, "My box". She pointed to it. "Now ah suggest yah go 'fore yah get hurt 'er somethin.." She was still trying to act tough, even if she was really in no fighting shape at all.
[12:00 AM] Katiefly ƸӜƷ: The woman grins, lips curling into a smug sneer as she lifts her left hand, producing a coin out of thin air and rolling it across her knuckles. She walks closer to the miqo'te with confident strides, waving her left hand before rolling the same coin over her right hand's knuckles without visibly passing it from hand to hand. A mere falm away from Miah, five and a half falms tall, the figure stops, purring in her accent. "Ah-hah~? Hurt? Oh, sweet kitten. 'Oo do you think would be the one to get hurt here, hm?"
[12:04 AM] kiht kat: Miah watched the gil.. switching hands and doing things she couldn't even fully understand at this point. She gripped the daggers tightly.. but hadn't drawn them yet, even with the woman getting closer. Those ears stayed pinned back now as she watched her. "Y-yah would.. ahm deadly yah know.." Nothing about her character seemed to back this upon appearance alone. "Ahm no kitten neither.. thas.. m' box.." She emphasized that again.. the crude scratched in words looked more like a child did it.
[12:20 AM] Katiefly ƸӜƷ: With a chuckle, the hyur slips closer, sidling up to the miqo's side and wrapping a slender, yet firm arm over Miah's shoulders. "Ah, yez, kitten. Deadly. Fierce. Powerful. The -proud- claimer of a pile of wooden crates." The other hand slings around and rests on the Keeper's hip.

A sneer curls up the woman's cheeks. "I am terrified."
[12:24 AM] kiht kat: Miah let out a squeak as the Hyur suddenly moved up on her, wrapping arms around her shoulders, while one moved to her hip. She tried to squirm away but was unsuccessful in her attempts. She looked up to the woman holding her now with a bright red face. "Wh-what're yah doin'.. a-ah don' ahve much.. those 'er all ah ahve.. they may be boxes but they be m' boxes.. a-ah'll fight fer 'em don' think ah won'.." She pouted as she tried to look away, hiding the redness in her cheeks which certainly wasn't helping her cause here.
[12:50 AM] Katiefly ƸӜƷ: The girl shifts, moving from Miah's right to the feline's left, arms still on the demure figure. Brows lowering, eyes slanting, flashing her teeth as she sneers to the side. Cloth-wrapped hands shifting and sliding. If Miah had any sort of experience with the finer arts of pickpocketing, she might notice that she was being patted down. In fact, if she took her hands off either of those daggers for even a second, the figure would deftly replace them with pieces of flatbread.

"Oh, kitten. I am seducing you! Clearly I am cowed by your... deadly. ness," the dark-skinned hyur snickers ever so slightly, finally finding what she thinks is Miah's coin pouch.
[1:01 AM] kiht kat: The Hyur for sure found the coin pouch, only to find.. not a single gil inside of it. The Keeper huffed out now and drew one of her daggers. "Y-yer jus' tryin' ta trick me 'er somethin!" She held it out against the woman, shaking the entire time she was holding it. "J-jus' let go ah m' an leave my box alone.. g-got it.."
[1:17 AM] Katiefly ƸӜƷ: The woman clicks her teeth, testing the weight of the empty pouch. With a disappointed, frustrated expression, she lifts her hands in the air, cocking her head to the side and shrugging while she backs up a few steps. "Fine, fine. You got me, kitten," the hyur concedes, giving another smug grin before producing a new object to twirl between her fingers: Miah's other dagger. Though she may not recognize it at first.
[1:36 AM] kiht kat: It took the Keeper a moment to realize what was going on.. that her other dagger had been taken right from it's holster. She squeaked a bit as she watched her other hand shaking a bit.. thte lack of food or anything was really making this hard. "G-give that back!" She tried to say with a stern voice, keeping her eyes on the woman> "Ah jus' want my place ta sleep.." Her stomach growled and stung in pain. "Ah'll.. take yah down if yer not c-careful.."
[2:19 AM] Katiefly ƸӜƷ: The rogue had, in fact, replaced the dagger with a bit of flatbread--almost the same weight as the dagger. She gives it another pass through her fingers, the sharpened blade dancing harmlessly around her calloused digits before disappearing up one sleeve... and reappearing out the other. Looking much sharper. Is that even the same dagger? "No. I think not, kitten. This will be my little trophy, yes? Consider it a... lucky misfortune," the dark woman purrs out, taking steps backwards as she starts to slink towards the stairs that lead to the market. "Goodbye for now, kitten. Yes? Enjoy your... box."
[2:26 AM] kiht kat: "Eh? W-wait!" Miah quickly started to move after her, dagger still in hand. "Ya can' just take my dagger! Ah swear if yah don' give it back.. yer gonna regret it lady!" She hissed softly at her, standing behind her as she continued to move along. "Yah can' take that!"
[2:45 AM] Katiefly ƸӜƷ: The lady in tatters gives a cruel little giggle before taking off down the stairs,  leaping down them three at a time with quiet, even strides as she takes off, veering to the right as she dashes into the market! "Ah, what is matterr? Cat got tongue!?" she calls over her shoulder before pivoting around a thick hellsguard swaying in a drunken stupor.
[11:04 AM] ghost: Along the market streets as the coy little thief made her way through the crowds, she'd feel a distinct grab at the fibers of her shirt, one that would halt a movement or tear the garments, should they be allowed to.

A tall, well muscled miqo'te had grabbed against the hyur, a single orange hue starting straight through the foreign woman's soul. "Goin' somewhere?"
[4:02 PM] Katiefly ƸӜƷ: Simply minding her own business, humming a tune, the hyuran woman weaves in and out around the crowd, becoming incredibly nonchalant as soon as she breaks line of sight with the emaciated keeper.

Soundlessly, she stops, grabbed up by the front of her cloak. A moment passes in silence before a hand emerges from her cloak and curls around the miqo'te's wrist gently.

"My, my. What strong grip, mister~..." she purrs, peeking up from under her hood with dark, slanted eyes and a broad grin.
[4:07 PM] ghost: "Whatcha doin'? Mm? Ya muggin' one of my associates?" Tajha spoke out in a low, guttural tone, seeming to take zero issue with being called mister. Her grip -was- tight, and she'd curl her wrist ever so slightly to ensure the hyur couldn't simply weave out of the head slot of the cloak.

"How about we head back up there, haah? Ya can apologize." The tribal had seen the entire exchange from the alleyway, and upon the thief's quick retreat, she'd taken a shortcut through a different alleyway to cut the girl off!
[4:14 PM] Katiefly ƸӜƷ: The woman's brow furrows under the brim of her hood, head dipping to let that cloth conceal the top half of her face. Slowly, there's a rustling beneath her cloak while she speaks.

"Ah, but I think you do not understand. Your 'associate' pulled a knife on me. I was the one being 'mugged!' Lucky to get away when I did, I was," the woman purrs again, accent rumbling her consonants while her vowels flick and trill.
[4:18 PM] ghost: "Yeah. She does that a lot." The brash tribal exclaimed rather matter-of-factly, pulling against the hyur to begin leading her back towards Miah. Should the hyur not make any sudden moves, they'd find themselves within the Keeper's sight soon enough. "What is it with ya all? Haah? Ya can get by without stealin', ya know. Gorgeous girls like yerself got the world in yer hands."
[4:23 PM] Katiefly ƸӜƷ: A sudden move was made, but perhaps not in the way that the Seeker was expecting. When the tribal pulls against the woman's cloak, it certainly comes along with the feline--but it may take a moment to realize that the rest of the hyur is simply not there. In a smooth and silent motion, the dark-skinned girl dips out from her cloak, shedding clothing like a lizard might shed its tail to escape predators.

Within seconds, the woman--toned and lithe figure exposed--is dashing in the opposite direction, expertly ducking, sliding, and twirling around the crowd clad only in padded shoes, baggy trousers, and a chest binding; her short, corvid hair free to see.
[4:27 PM] ghost: "Oh. So it's gonna be one of these days?" Tajha growled out, rolling her shoulders with a slow stretch of the muscles to turn and dash after the thieving hyur. She kept a firm grasp on the cloak, intending to use it's cloth later, and with all the speed and ferocity of an aged huntress, she was yet again on said hunt!

"Oi, girl! Why don't ya cut the shite?! If ya keep runnin', I'ma clock ya when I catch up!" The lioness was -fast-, though, the hyur might very well be faster should have put a focus into speed.
[4:35 PM] Katiefly ƸӜƷ: The woman throws a glance over her shoulder for but a moment, flashing a smile when she sees the huntress after her. With a chuckle, she makes her way for a merchant's stall, sprinting.

This woman seems to be the same speed as Tajha, a kind of speed on her feet that left all but the most practiced runners behind. With another fluid motion, the mahogany-skinned girl shifts her weight downward, sliding under the merchant's stall and springing off the merchant himself--the man grunting and bellowing as he curses at her. The thief keeps her momentum as she puts more distance, and objects, between herself and the miqo'te.
[4:39 PM] ghost: "Fine.." The tribal growled out quickly, hopping that merchant stall at the same rate - however - she'd grab an apple from it's position against the tabletop she'd bounded over so effortlessly. With the keen eye and none of the depth perception of a well trained huntress, she'd outright hurl that apple at the back of the hyur's head!

"Why don't ya come back here, ya coward! Ya can't hide in this city from me!  I'll catch ya eventually!"
[4:46 PM] Katiefly ƸӜƷ: With a confident snicker, the woman casts another glance over her shoulder to gauge the distance created--just in time to see the apple. With a sharp jerk downwards, the girl ducks mid-stride, touching her palm to the stone street to push herself back up with her next step. To anyone slower, it wouldn't have made a difference, but between these two little moments like that would be the defining factor between escape and not.

"Oh, mister~ Thank you for apple, but I am not hungry!" she sneers, turning back around and making her way for a large staircase. This time, she crouches downwards on her forward step and leaps, kicking off of the wall to skip half the staircase as she beams up the rest three steps at a time.
[4:52 PM] ghost: Tajha didn't have effortless leaps at her disposal. She -did- however have an uncanny knowledge of the city, ducking down a separate turn the moment she'd seen the staircase the hyur had darted up. Surely that girl wouldn't be stupid enough to go running up past the Brass Blades stationed in the royal quarter and that meant only one thing - She was headed to Nald.

Ducking and weaving through the corridors, she'd position herself just behind the exit towards the Steps of Nald, waiting for either footsteps or the quiet sounds she'd expected from the woman. Tajha's bounty hunting was beginning to settle into her mindset, and she was going to take this damned risk for that dagger.
[4:57 PM] Katiefly ƸӜƷ: Even breaths in and out, the hyur makes it to the top of the stairs and throws a glance over her shoulder. At first proud, then confused as the lack of a pursuer, she doesn't stop running, but does change her route. A lifetime of experience backed her actions, and breaking line of sight was but the first step to a successful escape. Then came the head games.

Without knowledge of where her pursuer had gone, the hyur slides on one foot, turning ninety degrees before she kicks off the ground, making her way down another alley--the refugee quarter. Sometimes escape wasn't always about distance--but about subterfuge.
[5:23 PM] kiht kat: Miah hadn't left the spot where she was standing after the Hyur thief ran off. She just decided to lean against the wall there and see if Tajh would ever make her way back toward her. To the Keepers surprise however.. they Hyur was running back down the alley straight toward her. "A-aye! How dare yah come back 'ere!" She moved to try to block the woman's path now.
[5:34 PM] Katiefly ƸӜƷ: The woman grimaces as her path is blocked, but doesn't advance further. She stops, taking a quick glance around... then spots an Ala Mhigan woman. Turning away from Miah, the hyur moves up to the refugee, swathed in a blanket, and produces a dagger from her belt.

"You! Give the blanket!" she barks, spare hand unbuttoning a pouch as she tosses gil at the woman's feet.
[5:37 PM] ghost: Tajha expected the hyur to arrive by now. Something wasn't right. She'd grit her teeth firmly against one another, pulling the hyur's cloak over her own head to hide her features and begin her journey back towards Miah. It wasn't a far journey, and surely she'd return soon.
[3:32 PM] kiht kat: Mah had spotted the woman buying a blanket off of someone and tilted her head, “What are yah doin’! Get back ‘ere with my dagger!” She tried to move up to get closer to her now.. maybe hoping ot corner her? Not like Miah could restrain her.

Okay does this work?? I just want the scene to move forward. ))
[5:48 PM] Katiefly ƸӜƷ: The mahogany-skinned woman looks over with a quizzical brow, dressed only in a chest-binding, trousers, and shoes--her belt lined with a myriad of pouches. Grabbing up the blanket, she swathes it around herself, grinning. "Why, miss. I have no idea what you mean!" she coos, walking up to Miah brazenly.
[7:54 PM] kiht kat: Miah just glared at the woman who tossed the blanket around her, wearing it much like a cape. "Yah took m' damn dagger an' ah want it back!" Miah n ow walked up to her and reached up to grab onto the blanket. Though it was easily notable how weak her grasp truly was in this situation.
[8:11 PM] Katiefly ƸӜƷ: Rather swathing it over herself like a shawl, the hyur clasps the cloth shut around her fist. "Dagger? You mean THIS dagger?" she purrs, bumping into Miah chest-first and touching the cold, sharp tip of the knife to the miqo'te's stomach. A warning.

"...And you said you want? I can give, but I do not think you will like..."
[8:14 PM] kiht kat: Miah started to talk.. but only got out a noise before the woman pushed up against her and bumped their chests together. Being so close it was clear how small Miah actually was, that act alone almost knocked her down. It wasn't until the cold steeled tip of the dagger pushed her belly her eyes went wide, ears pinned down at her head. "Ah.." The Keeper froze.. not daring to move.
[8:39 PM] Katiefly ƸӜƷ: The foreign woman beams wide, brows turning upwards as she brushes past Miah, taking the heat of her body with her as she leaves the Keeper in the cool desert air. "Ah, so sorry--I must have misheard. Forgive, I have a date tonight, and it would be rude to be late~" she says, slipping up to the door of the Quicksand and opening it with her knife-bearing hand.

She sheathes the weapon before ducking inside, still shrouded in the blanket. "Ta ta!"
[8:40 PM] kiht kat: Miah just stood there.. confused. "Ah.. ah date? Seriously.. ahm gonna kill that woman.."
[8:45 PM] ghost: That figured cloaked in a very familiar cloak was right there at the door, bumping into the hyur the moment she'd try to duck inwards. With a quick dive of her head, she'd attempt to get a good look at the blanketed woman.
[8:59 PM] Katiefly ƸӜƷ: The hyur's free hand instinctively flutters to the newcomer's hip, brushing over any pouches, purses, or pockets with a feather-light touch that had to be seen rather than felt. She also ducks her head down, just the slightest bit of her sharp cocoa nose poking out from under the blanket while she hacks a cough. "So sorry..." she mumbles.
[9:02 PM] ghost: Tajha's hand snatches against that blanket as the lioness felt the familiar sign of a pickpocket, the empty pouches across her way simply fodder in these filthy streets. "Oi.. If ya wanna grope, why don't ya stay and chat first?" She'd remark, her free hand slipping downwards to seek out any sort of weaponry the woman might have, holding onto it tightly, if able.
[9:07 PM] Katiefly ƸӜƷ: The woman tuts as her wrist is caught, but only meekly tugs her hand backwards. With another wet, body-wracking hack, the blanketed woman practically doubles over, unwittingly--or perhaps quite wittingly--putting her crouched over head and torso between her hips and the miqo'te's prying touch. "S-Sorry... so sorry..." she mumbles again, her voice a harsh and unrecognizable croak.
[9:11 PM] ghost: Tajha narrows her eyes at the 'sickly' woman, but simply allows her to pass, moving out that selfsame door and releasing the weapon, allowing the hyur to make off with it.
[9:15 PM] Katiefly ƸӜƷ: The presumably Ala Mhigan woman walks into the tavern with small, imprecise steps, stumbling a little while she gives another body-wracking cough. A nearby patron gives her a look while they get out of the way.
[9:24 PM] Katiefly ƸӜƷ: The woman, whose name remains unknown, gets in a bit of an argument with the innkeep before being dismissed with something among the lines of not serving beggars. She makes her way to the opposite end of the inn and hobbles out Ul'dah, waiting until she's clear of the city gates and in the refugee camp outside to finally shed the blanket, stretching and rolling her stiff joints with a snicker. Finally in the clear, she takes the single dagger and inspects it, looking it over a few times before gently tossing it into the air, catching it by the handle and flat of the blade. It wasn't anything spectacular, and it wouldn't fence for shite--but it was a prize.

A prize, and a promising lead.