The Unforeseen Spark

The Spark that Lights the Fire

"He needs to keep those damn things on a leash!"
Slamming down her cup of ale, the young woman didn't care about the sloshing of the liquid as it overflowed from the cup onto her fingers.
"I don't know if you haven't realized it yet, but that old bastard of a king doesn't care about people like us," the man to her left took the cup from her, gulping it down.
"Hey - give that back," she tried swiping the cup but was held back by his hand, "you've already had two and this was all I could sneak past!" He didn't listen to her, only giving her a thumbs up while chugging the rest.
"I swear Samson," she quickly reached for her alcohol that he was chugging, but missed as he turned around.
"I thought I already told you that the ale was off limits for you - Roetta."
A shiver climbed up her spine - Roetta, the young woman, was caught. Shit. Slowly turning around, she faced the object of her fears.
"Celso! How was your trip to the upper parts?" Smiling, she tried to distract him from the scene he just came across.
With the narrowing of his eyes, she could tell that her attempt was no where near successful.
"We will talk about that issue later - right now there is something much more important that I need to be informed of," shrugging off his satchel, he stuffed it by his feet after hopping onto one of the bar stools that his crew was located by.
Celso Moss owned the establishment that they were currently situated at. With his current "secret" dabbling in piracy, he was able to get enough money to open it. Wasn't very secret though, thought Roetta, with the whole people of the lower parts knowing that fact.
After having a run in with Celso when she was just a small child, the man quickly became a sort of older brother to her.
Celso turned in his seat to watch Roetta, noticing how her eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. It didn't take her long after, though, to figure out the incident that he was talking about. How he found out about the incident despite being so far away wasn't surprising at all either, considering how he probably had people everywhere, just waiting to notify him of any disruptions in the daily routines of the people.
"Those filthy knights attacked little Benett when he went to play outside yesterday! The poor child has enough trouble with his sickness and when he is finally healthy enough to go outside - they knock him down again!"
She was now pacing behind the bar stools, trying to ebb away her rage.
"I don't know what's worse - the dogs or their master!"
Roetta felt hands on her shoulders and looked up. She was immersed into her rage and didn't notice Celso's approach.
Faced with his familiar, misty, gray eyes that never once seemed to doubt her, she allowed him to pull her into a much needed hug.
Celso understood her attachment to the orphan, as well as to all the other orphans who were living with her in the orphanage. As the oldest of the children there, she saw them as her younger brothers and sisters and cared for them as so. Celso knew how she personally scavenged money to pay for medicine, food, and clothing for all of them.
"They won't get away with it forever kid. All it takes is one thing to set the people off. One little spark that sets the whole fire alight."
He pulled away but left his hands on her shoulders, looking down into her blazing pink eyes, he smirked.
"And I think we just found that spark."