She grabbed her cloaks and moved them silently as a whisper in the wind. Her tightly wrapped body creeped around the corner to find him again, he that has become her teacher. "My teacher..." she whispered the words as she spoke them out loud for herself, following his every move that lead outside of the monastery. How did she become an apprentice of a master rogue, instead of a failing thieve that can barely hide herself? She didn't know, and she did not care, al she knew was that he was amazing, and she wanted to make him proud by learning as best as she could. the thoughts that troubled her mind were reflected in her eyes, her bright blue eyes that seem to shine as brightly in the night as his golden orbs.<br/><br/>What will the future bring her, by following a dead man to safety?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>