Kingdom of thieves

Kingdom of thieves - part 4

On the other side of the city, completely oblivious to princess Alyssa's plans, Narla was practicing throwing knives into a plank of wood. 

She was situated on the only flat rooftop in district, the owner's original roof had been blown off in a violent sandstorm, and had decided to have a flat roof instead, it was hard to get too, so away from the snatchers and the streets below it was surprisingly peaceful.

It was the heart of summer and the sun was beating down mercilessly, Narla took off her worn shirt so she was just wearing her bindings. When she had been younger she had had no problem with her breasts, but as soon as she had hit womanhood years they had become impossible, they got in the way, and so she had bought some bindings off a local whore and now they were no trouble. 

She flung another knife into the plank of wood completing the cross she had made with six blades, it hit with a satisfying thud. 

"oi you" Narla started at the shout, she slipped over to the edge of the and peered over, she cursed and ducked when she recognised the harsh face and grizzle beard of the owner of the roof, "yer i see ya, yer come down ere or ill kill ya", narla leaned over the edge so he could see her properly,  

"You'll have't make me, Simeon" she said 

She Watched in amusement as he snarled and spat cursed at her before going into the building, she ran over to the trap door that led from the house to the roof and sat down in it, a few seconds later it rattled beneath her and she heard him grunting and swearing, she knocked on the wood with her knuckle and he went crazy hitting the door and pushing but he couldn't lift it with her weight on top. After a few minutes of ranting and raving he gave up, cursing her to high heaven, she could hear his boots stomping threw the house, she put her hands behind her and leaned back lifting her face to a welcome breeze.  

"you still making trouble for old Simeon" a voice said to her left, she jumped - again - and turned to glare at the familiar tone.

Trey, a snatcher who had been taken in by Kris at nearly the same time she had was making his way towards her over the roof tops. Built big and bulky with a mop of greasy black hair, grey eyes and a mouth always curved in a crocked smile, Trey was the nearest thing Narla had to a friend, at their first meeting he had cornered her in the street and asked for proof that she was a girl, thinking he was being serious she had got him in ahead lock, they had rolled around in the mud for several hours and only stopped when they were both so tired they could no longer move, they'd been close ever since. 

Trey made it to the edge of the roof, jumping down he grinned "he'll be settin up traps so-" he stopped taling abruptly, noticing for the first time that she was semi naked. 

"its is own fault" she said dismissively "if he don't want nobody on is roof he should't made it flat." Trey said nothing, she turned to look at him, he was staring at her his eyes big and his cheek's slightly pink, Narla grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. She wasn't body conscious, but there was an unwritten rule that men did not stare at women less they wanted something, as a local whore once told her "if they stare at it they ad better pay for it", not that Trey saw her as a girl anymore, none of the snatchers did after they had seen what she could do. Trey snapped out of his staring and blushed furiously, 

"ur....so.....yer wanted at the den" he said after a pause.  

Narla frowned "why?" she asked, Trey shrugged "Kris's havin a meeting", Narla froze, she closed her eyes and sighed, if Kris was having a meeting it could mean only one thing, and it wasn't good.