Eurydice walked the crowded market alone, having escaped her nurse maid the seven year old felt accomplished and free. No matter how many nannies her father placed on her the young ravenette could always find a way to escape, especially from the mundane practices of weaving and embroidery. She hated the needle work most of all, and never could get her designs quite right. Even if she could there mear thought of doing it for more than a minute made her want to scream. Nothing made her feel more caged then sitting there for hours.
At first her sanctuary had been the library, were she read mostly her father's thick leather bound books on battle strategy, she understood what the books were saying despite what her nanny said. These books held her attention, and sometimes she could swear she could see the battles in her head. Just because her nannies couldn't understand the basics of the ancient Greek phalanx, didn't mean Eurydice couldn't. And nothing interested her more than the pages on how these battles came about being fought.
After a time it became expected that she would be in there, so instead she had taken to the market. It was much easier to hide among the masses of people there, all of them speaking different languages, wearing different styles of clothing. She had picked up on some of them, mostly Greek, and could speak them with more fluency than her father, he'd said he didn't have the ear for it like she did. That was true. She had picked up the languages so fast that he had even had her act as translator for him when he himself had gone to the market. But she knew she learned them so quickly because she actually wanted to learn. She was starved of intellectual material, she never could get enough.
So she walked though the market listening to men talk about business and home life and listened to women buy fish and lamb and talk about what they'd be making for dinner. Her stomach growled and she stopped, she always seemed to be hungry. Digging into her little purse she pulled out a copper coin and stopped at a vender, a snack wouldn't spoil her dinner, "A honeyed fig, please?" She asked setting the money on his cart. The man smiled down at her handing her the sweet fruit. The honey ran down her hand leaving a sticky trail on her dark olive skin. She smiled slightly and licked it off, succeeding in getting it off her skin but into her hair. She heard the man chuckle as she walked away.
She walked deeper and deeper into the crowd of people watching the world of different people in the tiny area. 'Someday' she thought to herself, 'Someday I will go and see these land and their cultures. I will just have to find a husband who will let me.'
A glimmer caught her eye and disrubted her thinking; it wasn't the faint glow she saw on some people, it was much brighter, like an origin to it. She turned and stared at the boy it came from. He was tall with messy brown hair and looked about 10, though when she blinked she could have sworn that for a second he looked taller and older, maybe 20. She began to walk towards him and watched as he cut some fat noble's purse. It made her giggle, none of the mans friends had even noticed what was happening, and caught the boy's attention.
He stared at her, his face a strange mixture of shock and laughter, then took off running. Eurydice didn't know why but something deep in her mind told her to follow the strange thief boy, she ran after him dodging the crowd and dropping her fig treat onto the dusty gray ground. Determination pushing her to run her fastest.
She lost sight of him a time of two but the glimmer left a trail of sorts, and she could always find him if she followed it. The longer she ran the more she wished she could fly, it would make things so much easier, her legs wouldn't hurt and she'd be able to see above the crowd and find him.
Almost like magic a picture appeared in the back of her mind, a birds eye view appeared. She could see her self now and him again, he had turned into an ally.
She cut into a closer one and kept going, her new view had found a way to cut him off. She ran and stopped at the intersection of where he was running, her legs wanting to give way but her will not allowing them to. She shut her eyes and her bird's eye view was gone but she didn't mind, after all it had only been her imagination anyways. Patiently she waited for the boy to run by so she could stop him. Time passed slowly and, as much as she tried not to, the seven year old became bored. With a sigh she turned around, head hung in disappointment. She didn't know why she'd gotten her hope up over something she had probably imagined anyway.
"So what were you looking at kid?" a voice asked from right next to her.
She gasped, and fell down, the thief standing right over her.
"You know when I was your age I could have detected a powerful presence behind me, Actually I could have done a lot of things, I DID do a lot of things," he chuckled as if he were remembering something fond, " But I guess being raised among these folk you cant develop such skills can ya kid?" he smiled down at her his eyes laughing, "Being raised by a minor probably doesn't help much either though, and seeing as how no one tells you the things you do are right, I bet you even stopped aging yourself didn't ya? Just go along like your supposed sisters. But you picked me out of the crowd and followed me, it was quiet impressive really when you look at how you're raised." he laughed, and she realized she loved his laugh, "But listen to me ramble, if your father knew I was talkin' to ya he'd run me through with that damned sword of his. "
At first Eurydice just stared at him, he intrigued her and she didn't want him to stop talking, his voice was sweet like the honeyed fig she'd dropped and his movements were graceful, his ever present smile warmed her, and when he held out a hand for her to stand up her heart skipped a beat. Finally she found her voice, "Why do you glow in the light? And how did you get behind me I saw you run into that other ally? How do you know my dad or my sisters? " the words just flew out of her mouth before she could think against them.
She stared at him for a moment completely mesmerized by him, "Who are you? Why do I feel drawn to you?"
He helped her up and put an arm around her shoulder, causing her cheek to turn red, "Well Young one I'll answer that last question for ya." He got down to eye level and held her little hand, "Me and you, we're alike. There are others little one, but none are anywhere near as amazing as me. Some will say they are, but you just remember this, none come close to me, I may be a thief but I'm not gonna ever lie to ya" He picked up a staff she hadn't noticed before, two snakes slithering on it, "See ya later Eurydice." He leaned down and kissed her cheek then was gone.
She felt energized, her legs no longer hurt and her cheek tingled where his lips had touched her. She turned and walked in a daze, the boy was handsome that was undeniable, but he was also fun. She couldn't put her finger on it but something about him told her he'd be a good friend. 'And he seems like the type of man that would travel, and allow his wife to come.' She stopped, that was stupid, he wouldn't want her for a wife and she was too young even if he did. She shook her head to get rid of her silly thoughts.
"There you are."
Eurydice turned her head as her nanny grabbed a hold of her arm. The big stocky woman had found her.
"What were you thinking young mistress? You could have been taken or hurt and we would have never known. Your father will want a word with you when we get home."